The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Greyish dust everywhere, covering all these... identical, abandoned, miniature theme park stages... Umm, the air's really dry, smells like ozone, feels like it's mid-afternoon... somehow all the stages are just sinking into this dry, cracked earth like they're being swallowed by it, but nothing's shifting or falling apart, it's just... happening. Sun's at a weird angle, like it's reflecting off the dust and making everything look flat, and... and there's a massive, actual black hole in the distance, just hovering there, not really pulling anything towards it, it's just existing... coughs weakly.