The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun's shining down on an Olympic-sized, outdoor velodrome, like, the air's thick with the smell of freshly cut grass and hot rubber. There's a massive, old-school scoreboard display at the center, showing cryptic, constantly updating times and distances in a weird, ASCII art font, like it's somehow being fed info from a 90s BBS system. Water's somehow not flowing, but standing perfectly still in the track's drainage system, reflecting the bright sunlight like a perfectly still mirror, while a constant, loud humming noise seems to be coming from the surrounding, empty stadium seats.