The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, rusted Ferris wheel, shrouded in thick fog, rises above the skeletal remains of an abandoned carnival. Umm... the smell of damp earth and decay wafts through the air as an electric charge crackles through the stillness, casting an eerie blue glow on the twisted, metal frames. The rickety wooden booths seem to be incrementally disintegrating, their wooden planks dissolving into nothingness as if consumed by an invisible force. A colossal, stained glass butterfly - its wings beating at an impossibly slow pace - appears to be perched atop the Ferris wheel, its reflection warped and distorted in the rusted metal beams.