The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, grey fog clings to the wet surface of what appears to be an abandoned, half-submerged velodrome... Umm, a broken exercise bike lies mangled at the center, still spinning with a slow creak. Water pours from somewhere above, like an overflowing basin, cascading into a pool of eerily still water below the banked curves of the track. Nearby, the remains of a 5G cell tower rise like a splintered tooth from the murky depths, its surface etched with lines of Morse code pulsing softly, while an actual asteroid about the size of a house has apparently somehow crashed into the pool and now just rests there, part-submerged, water lapping gently at its edges.