The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog's clinging to the ground in some kind of abandoned, ancient stadium, and uh, the air's pretty thick with the smell of damp earth and... something sweet, like, honey or something. The sky above's a pale, washed-out blue, with the sun hanging low in the west, casting long shadows across the overgrown field, and it's super still, no wind or anything. Water's somehow flowing up the ancient stone seating, collecting in a small pool at the top of the stadium, and a bunch of wildflowers are growing out of the pool, like, right out of the water itself.