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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, red-brick ruins sprawl across a barren, alkaline lake bed, remnants of some long-abandoned structure that's been ravaged by time. Like, the air's thick with the scent of decay and desiccation, and the late morning sun beats down relentlessly, casting an otherworldly glow across the cracked, dry earth. In the center of the ruins, a perfectly ordinary, unremarkable wooden door stands upright, somehow fused into a twisted mass of rusted iron pipes, and it's slowly, steadily pulling water out of the parched ground, creating a tiny, crystal-clear stream that flows uphill into the air. The stillness is oppressive, umm, like a held breath.