The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittery confetti explodes everywhere, covering... uh, massive stone heads of like, a half-dozen Easter Island Moai statues scattered across this empty stadium's field, their faces cracked, some with chunks missing. Air is stale, still, with an electric charge; I can smell wet concrete and fresh rain – looks like the sky is clearing, the sun peeking through gray clouds, maybe it's early morning. The upper levels of the stands seem to be... filled with randomly placed chunks of Moon rock, not touching anything, and, umm, a large chunk of Saturn's rings hangs from the open retractable roof like it was placed there, perfectly centered.