The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pissing down on this giant, indoor golf course, casting misty veils over the perfectly manicured grass and making the air thick with humidity. A few of the holes seem to be... looping back into themselves, with golf balls teeing off and eventually landing on their own starting spots, but I see birds flying out of those holes, like, uh, totally unaffected by the loop. A weird hum is vibrating through the ground, kinda like a bass speaker, but it's not loud enough to drown out the gentle patter of the rain hitting the grass. The smell of fresh-cut lawn fills the air.