The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisted tendrils of ivy entwine the rusty latticework of a century-old, abandoned Ferris wheel, like... a mechanical, plant-based symbiosis. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, and a faint electric charge hangs over the overgrown midway, casting an eerie, pulsating glow across the deserted booths and rickety game stands. A Shiba Inu, apparently woven from pure, iridescent smoke, runs silently in infinite loops within the wheel's central, gemstone-studded hub, somehow generating the low-pitched hum that vibrates through the air.