The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gleaming white Ferris wheel spins lazily in the center of a dimly lit carnival, casting an eerie glow from hundreds of soft pastel-colored lights that reflect off wet asphalt. The smell of sugary treats and ozone hangs heavy in the humid air as umm... air pressure feels slightly off, making my ears pop. I can hear the faint hum of a deep bass track coming from a dilapidated funhouse, while nearby, a classic Galaga machine displays an impossibly high score – over 99 billion – in flashing, electric blue digits. The moon looms huge and low in the sky.