The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti tags in Comic Sans font cover the worn concrete walls of an abandoned skate park, reflecting the blinding sunlight beating down. The air is heavy with a sweet, chemical scent like new sneakers, and the ground vibrates with the hum of... umm, what sounds like an industrial generator or something, but it's eerily silent otherwise, not a single bird chirp or rustling leaf. Water somehow flows uphill through the empty half-pipes, freezing into glittering crystalline formations that spell out variations of the phrase " MAGICKA FORCE BLUFF" in all caps, which then shatter and re-form into different configurations.