The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's pouring in through the skylights of this massive, indoor tennis court, like, casting a bright glow on the empty courts and abandoned tennis balls scattered all over the place. The air's pretty still, got that characteristic "freshly opened can of tennis balls" smell, and the only sound is the quiet hum of air conditioning units overhead. Weirdly, the tennis court's surface is somehow shifting and reforming, changing from a clay court to a grass court and back again like it's... switching between different textures every few seconds. A few seagulls are flying overhead, randomly.