The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick, impenetrable fog's somehow frozen in place around me, like it's a perpetual glass sculpture. I'm surrounded by what looks like an abandoned, heavily graffitied skateboard park on a weirdly spherical asteroid. Umm, the air's got this intense, electric charge, and it smells like... ozone-free air freshener and burned rubber, with the sound of a perpetual, perfectly looped "speedrun any%" of Super Mario 64 playing in the distance, somehow warping the static, flicker-free LED lights embedded in the asteroid's surface. Gravity's weirdly low, and a lone, mint-condition Toyota 86's just sitting there, half-buried in the asteroid's surface.