The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: In the center of this, like, totally ruined tennis court, a blurry figure is sitting on a bench, and I guess that's me, but it's really hard to make out. The air's thick with the smell of freshly cut grass, and it's super still, like the calm before a storm, with this low-pressure system rolling in. A tennis ball is stuck mid-air, just above the net, as if time itself is paused. Outside the court, I can see a massive, levitating tetrahedron just... looming there, without any apparent support.