The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Floodlights from a bunch of 90s-style sports stadium lamps are illuminating a massive, perfectly flat expanse of what looks like... polished jade. Umm, there's a steady hum coming from the lamps, and the air's heavy with the scent of fresh-cut grass, but it's way too still – no wind at all. Like, right in the center of the jade plain, this small, gleaming chrome teapot is somehow spewing forth a stream of actual liquid gold, which is collecting in a small, ornate basin... without overflowing.