The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's casting this crazy-long shadow of a rickety, wooden rollercoaster across the dusty, empty parking lot of some abandoned theme park on Mars... Like, the air's super dry, and the smell of rust is wafting from the coaster's tracks, which somehow just keep looping and twisting without any visible supports holding them up. Birds are chirping, and there's this weird, low-pitched whine of the coaster's engines, even though it's clearly not moving, just sitting there against this deep orange Martian sunset.