The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, abandoned Ferris wheel seats dangle like empty swings, swaying gently in the still, thick air of a dilapidated amusement park, their rusty chains groaning as the wheel's hub somehow hums a low-fidelity stream of a Hatsune Miku song. The sun beats down, hidden behind a blanket of dense, grey clouds that somehow smell of sugar and burnt electrical wiring. Umm... water from a nearby, stagnant funhouse pool somehow trickles upwards, defying gravity to form an impossible miniature fountain that's feeding a patch of nearby, bright green astroturf. The air feels heavy with anticipation.