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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, velvety moss engulfs the seats of an empty, massive stadium, umm, with what looks like an ice hockey rink in the center, though the air's pretty warm. It smells like damp concrete, the stillness broken by a low-pitched humming, like... machinery humming somewhere in the distance, late afternoon sun casting long shadows. A section of the stands is shifting, seats unfolding like they're made of folded paper to reveal, uh, what appears to be an abandoned, functioning, old-school kitchen, complete with boiling pots and a lit gas stove somehow burning underwater inside a big aquarium.