The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a vintage-style McDonald's PlayPlace structure is just sitting in the middle of a sparse, dusty Badlands landscape, the bright colors really standing out against the dull red rock. Weeds and shrubs are growing through the framework, but this doesn't seem to be stopping the thing from somehow continuously rearranging itself, the plastic tunnels and ball pits reforming into new configurations every few minutes. Like, a single, motionless tumbleweed is caught in one of the tubes, and the air is really dry, smelling of stale grease and dusty earth. The sun beats down, casting no shadows anywhere.