The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blinding sunlight beats down on a massive, abandoned football stadium somehow built into the side of a dormant volcano. The air's thick with the smell of sulfur, and the silence is weirdly oppressive, punctuated only by the distant rumble of shifting rock. A chunk of a 747's fuselage is wedged into the upper deck seating, its aluminum skin somehow merging seamlessly with the stadium's steel frame. The sun's overhead, casting an intense, white glare that makes the entire scene feel... almost two-dimensional.