The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: There's a huge, super-dense black hole right in the middle of this, uh, totally ornate Baroque-style opera house. A blurry figure's sitting on this throne-like chair, and I guess that's me, but it's really hard to make out. The air's thick and heavy with the smell of old wood polish, and it's super humid, like the air's just about to condense into rain or something, even though it's mid-afternoon and the sun's shining through the stained-glass ceiling. Outside, a huge chunk of the moon is somehow embedded in the Earth, just... sticking out of the ground like it's been stuck there forever.