The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant kudzu vines are snaking around the trusses of a massive, abandoned stadium, like it's been claimed by nature. The air's thick with humidity and the smell of wet earth, and sunlight's shining through the gaps in the stands, casting weird shadows on the overgrown field. Uh, the scoreboard's still working, flashing random numbers and symbols, even though the stadium's clearly been abandoned for years... and a bunch of old-school film projectors are just embedded in the walls, projecting tiny, distorted images of, like, galaxies and nebulae onto the seats.