The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, purple fog swirls through a half-demolished, brutalist stadium, its upper levels tangled with thick, pulsing vines that seem to be absorbing the structural concrete. Like, the air is heavy with static electricity and smells of hot asphalt, ozone-free lightning arcing between the twisted steel beams, while the sounds of a distant, idling V8 engine hum in the background. A crystal-encrusted scoreboard flickers with pixel art memes from the earliest days of 9GAG, alongside cryptic error messages referencing the Montauk Project's infamous experiments in time travel. Umm, it's drizzling an oily, iridescent substance.