The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... the sky's a deep, fiery red, and the sun's... stuck at high noon, beating down on a massive, abandoned stadium. The air's thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, and it's like, so still, it's almost suffocating... Shit, I can barely keep my eyes open. There's a freaking, miles-long crack in the ground that cuts right through the middle of the field, and... and on the other side, there's this enormous, stone statue of some sort of long-necked, scaled creature that's... actually breathing, like, slowly expanding and contracting.