The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the sky is a swirling vortex of pink and blue hues above a vast, abandoned velodrome. Air's thick with the smell of wet asphalt and burnt rubber as wisps of fog creep onto the track, somehow being drawn into tiny, miniature whirlpools around a series of cryptic, glitching LED screens embedded in the infield. Umm, the screens are projecting an endless loop of Tokyo Doge memes that somehow seem to be... distorting the surrounding space-time continuum, creating tiny, localized pockets of zero-gravity around the screens.