The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty metal catwalks stretch between the concrete pillars of a massive, abandoned stadium, like, half-covered in vines and moss. Uh, the air's kinda heavy with the smell of old concrete and decaying leaves. Seagulls are flying in weird, perfectly synchronized loops around the empty seats, never colliding with each other, even though they're all flying in different directions. Water is somehow continuously draining upwards through the drains in the floor, creating these little fountains that spill back over the edges, making the whole place feel kinda... alive.