The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, purple-hued mist seeps out of the cracks in a worn, concrete tennis court, umm, like it's coming from beneath the surface or something. The air's super still and has this sweet, floral scent that's kinda overpowering. The sky above is a bright, sunny blue, but the sun itself is nowhere to be seen - instead, a giant, stationary tennis ball seems to be radiating all the light, hovering just above the court's center. Water trickles upward from the court's drainage system, rejoining a sprinkler system that's somehow embedded in the surrounding spectator stands.