The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey fog clings to everything in a massive, empty stadium. The air's thick and damp, smelling like wet concrete, and it's eerily still, not even a hint of breeze. Like, the seats are all empty, but the scoreboard above the field displays a constantly changing string of numbers and symbols, and the field itself is... uh, somehow made of solid, unbroken water that doesn't seem to be contained by anything, just flat, calm water. The overhead lights cast an even, pale glow over the whole space.