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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, overgrown tennis courts stretch as far as the eye can see, somehow seamlessly merged with an abandoned astronomical observatory. Schools of iridescent dragonflies weave through the courts' rusty wire mesh, reflecting the pale morning light that filters through the partially shattered telescope lenses above. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of wet grass, and like, it's really humid – dew still clings to the court surfaces, despite what looks like a mid-morning sun hanging low in the sky. A crescent-shaped chunk of the moon seems to be stuck in the corner of a tennis court, partially buried in the overgrown grass.