The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, derelict amphitheater is cut into the side of a cliff, the seats all weathered to a soft, mossy green, and like, overgrown with thick vines. The air is pretty heavy with the scent of damp earth, and a faint hum's resonating through the still air, kinda like a bass note that's just below perception. Umm, the stage at the center's slowly rotating, as if it's being turned by some invisible mechanism, and the sun's just peeking over the rim of the cliff, casting a sliver of light down onto the seats. Water's trickling out from beneath the stage.