The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air is really thick and syrupy... like, it's hard to breathe. There's this... giant, still wave made of what looks like polished obsidian, just frozen in place, in the middle of a massive, empty stadium. It's nighttime, but the sky is this weird, bright orange color, and the smell of honey and gasoline is really overpowering. I don't think I can... keep going, everything's getting really blurry and the sound of rushing water is getting louder, even though there's no water in sight, and the moon is just... embedded in the side of the stadium, like it's been stuck there forever.