You stand on what can only be a model of the Mess itself, revolving and evolving as time continues on. The silvery ring you stand on slowly revolves around a central glowing hemisphere (hollow? broken? [it is hard to tell]), from which a great chrome tree sprouts, looming above the rest of the model.
Like many parks, Puzzle Park has shifting periods of activity as people come in and out of their own diurnal cycles. What you notice more than anything is that people seem to cluster in small groups of their own, often caressing and tweaking each other in a sort of foreplay common before couples, spontaneous or otherwise, go elsewhere to do their own duties in other locations. It seems forbidden to actually have the actual coupling in the middle of the park, but many seem to indulge in everything else but.
Every so often, you hear a raucous argument break out in hostilities, generally completely quieting any of the side conversations as it occurs. The exact argument seems to differ each time you hear it break out and shush the crowd, but they mostly seem to revolve around personality conflicts between individuals. You see one conflict suddenly move the crowd to start repainting/modifying/disintegrating the Park structure itself, as if the nature of the Park was the conflict between the sides. After a few minutes, however, this Artwar? just as suddenly stops and people return to their small groups once more. No one seems to pay much mind to the modifications made or the destruction? inflicted upon the grounds.
There is a lift available to the Transit Nexus, which seems to be much like a nexus of sorts.