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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crescent moon hangs low in the dark sky above a deserted, overgrown stadium, its seats covered in vines and creepers, with a massive, gleaming, obsidian-like gateway bisecting the soccer field, casting a stark, silver-black shadow on the ground. The air's heavy with a still, misty fog, and the smell of wet earth and moss, with a faint whispering hum emanating from the gateway, kind of like... those Cyber-Sigilism ASCII Art things, where the symbols generate their own resonance. Water droplets just sort of... halt, mid-air, all around me. Uh, my chest is killing me...