The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystalline shards are bursting out of a sprawling, abandoned pinball factory like a crystal mine exploded here, with colors pulsing inside them as they slowly move up and down to some unheard rhythm. A sea of balls covers the floor, totally still, reflecting the pulsating colors like tiny, perfectly rounded mirrors, and it's pretty humid and stuffy in here with a hint of burnt copper. Umm, like, air conditioning units all along the walls are blowing hot, tropical air around instead of cold air. A few malfunctioning bumpers keep triggering with no electricity running to them.