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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, snow is accumulating on the hood of an ancient, rusted-out truck, abandoned in the middle of a vast, empty salt flat, stretching out to the horizon like a white mirror. The air's crisp and thin, charged with an expectant stillness, as the pale blue light of a total solar eclipse reflects off the salt crystals. The silence is absolute, punctuated only by the occasional creaking of twisted metal from a mangled, steel antenna protruding from the ground nearby, somehow transmitting an audible Morse code message - a precise, rhythmic repetition of the 216-letter "Thunders" from the Book of Enoch.