The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant crystal shards are embedded in a sprawling, overgrown golf course. Umm, it's kinda humid, like after a recent rain, and the sun's shining through the mist, casting tiny rainbows everywhere. A bunch of lawnmowers are slowly cutting the grass in perfectly synchronized patterns, even though they're all driverless, and it's pretty quiet except for the hum of the mowers and the sound of golf balls dropping into holes on their own, like someone's playing an invisible round. The smell of fresh-cut grass and ozone hangs heavy in the air.