The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, jagged glass shards cover a decrepit roller coaster track, somehow suspended a few feet off the ground... It's like, still, and quiet, with an eerie calmness that's pretty unnerving. Air's thick with this sticky, sweet smell, and the sky above's this deep, rich purple, with sunlight filtering through as if it's mid-morning or something. The tracks just... stop at some point, with no supports or anything, and yet the structure's still standing.