The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent mist swirls through a sprawling, ancient Mesoamerican ball court, like, shrouding the intricate stone carvings. The air's thick with the scent of frankincense, and a low, constant hum resonates through the structures. A ball made of what looks like pure starlight somehow bounces and moves through the court on its own, ignoring the laws of physics as it makes impossible, right-angle turns mid-air. The sun beats down overhead, casting a stark, high-noon shadow across the playing field.