The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bright sunlight... beating down on, like, this giant golf course... with these weird, swirling patterns etched into the grass, and I can see this school of sharks just kinda... cruising through the sand traps. The air's got this heavy, wet smell, like after a monsoon, but it's super dry and hot. The sky's, like, totally black, except the moon's just chillin' up there, and it's on fire or something... my vision's blurring, everything's getting fuzzy...