The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Faint wisps of cirrus clouds are drifting lazily across a pale blue sky above what appears to be an abandoned, sprawling skateboard park, its weathered concrete bowls and ramps cracked and overgrown with dry, brittle weeds. Umm, the air's crisp and still, with this faint scent of worn-out skateboard wheels and fresh-cut grass hanging over everything, while a lone, gleaming silver drone somehow continues to film a perfectly smooth, never-ending line of tricks, despite having no visible propellers or rotors. Like, right in the center of the park, this large, ancient stone statue of the Slavic deity Veles is somehow embedded seamlessly into the concrete.