The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty old bike frames and twisted car parts are strewn all over this vast, empty parking lot... like, it's a total junkyard, but somehow all the trash is neatly organized, everything arranged in perfect concentric circles. Umm, the air's super heavy with this metallic smell, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, but the atmosphere's actually pretty calm. Water's pooling in the center of the circles, and it's somehow... flowing upwards, defying gravity, to form this perfect, glistening sphere that's just sitting there.