DX01: SINGULARITY 41703
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlit wisps dance across rippled turquoise water, the smell of fresh-cut grass filling the air, mixed with a hint of ocean salt, like... uh, really invigorating. I'm in the center of an empty, gigantic aquatic stadium, and the sky's a piercing blue, high-pressure clouds drifting by, absolutely no noise or wind, while sunlight shines straight down, maybe around early afternoon. There's a huge, beached Aztec temple in the distance, just chillin' – not reflecting off the water, no ripples even though it's literally right on top. Seaweed-wrapped, fluorescent-lit basketball hoops rise out of the depths, scattered all over the pool floor, unlit stadium lights looming in the distance.
