The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, pulsing jellyfish fill the sky above a huge, abandoned hockey rink, their translucent bodies illuminating the ice below with a soft blue glow. Umm, the air's cold and damp, with this smell of stale sweat and... ozone-free refrigerant, I guess, and the sound of scraping ice and creaking wooden benches echoes through the rink. The scoreboard displays a cryptic message: "Cthulhu 6, Yellow Sign 3", as if it's a regular hockey game. The ice itself is... rippling and distorting, like it's made of liquid instead of solid ice, and it's slowly absorbing the abandoned hockey gear scattered across it.