The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog wraps around the twisted, rusting carcasses of what appears to be dozens of abandoned, century-old carnival attractions - a Ferris wheel, Tilt-A-Whirl, merry-go-round, and others - like, somehow half-submerged in a vast, mist-shrouded, crystalline cave. Umm, air is stale, and there's the sweet scent of old cotton candy, with the faint tang of decay. Water quietly seeps from the crystal walls and drips through the rickety wooden structures as if they were still set up in a long-forgotten field. A decrepit, antique calliope somehow softly plays an unfamiliar tune, despite being underwater.