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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite tombstones shaped like antique computers are scattered across a sprawling, abandoned airfield, surrounded by an eerie stillness. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of burned fuel and something sweet, like cotton candy. A decrepit, 747 jet is somehow being rewritten into a labyrinthine, Brutalist sculpture, with sections of the plane morphing into impossible geometries that seem to defy physics, while the sky above is a swirling vortex of pink and blue hues, as if a wormhole has stabilized above the airfield. It's late morning, judging by the sun's position.