The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, still chunks of ice are lodged in the steel beams of a half-collapsed stadium, the air's super heavy with the scent of wet concrete. Uh, schools of what look like iridescent fish are somehow moving through the thick, turquoise mud that's flooding the entire field, leaving behind glittering, crystalline trails that seem to be reacting to the sound of distant thunder. The sun's beating down from directly overhead, its light illuminating the still, humid air. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the ground, forming small fountains that rise into the air and then just kinda... disappear.