The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive chunks of mirrored glass are scattered across the floor of a derelict, zero-gravity squash court. Umm, the air is totally still and stale, it smells like old sweat and synthetic rubber, and the fluorescent lights are somehow working despite the whole place looking abandoned. A slowly rotating video screen on the wall's playing an endless loop of a YouTube video explaining the principles of sacred geometry, but with all the voices and sound effects replaced by weird, unsettling echoes of cat meows... and a steady stream of tennis balls is somehow materializing out of thin air and bouncing off the glass fragments.