The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight is baking a massive, dry lakebed, with rough, cracked earth stretching out in all directions. Mangled, rusting motorcycle parts and old, discarded furniture are somehow being pushed upward, out of the dirt, as if they're growing out of the ground... it smells like dry earth, exhaust fumes, and a bit of smoke. The air's thick with heat haze, and the only sound is the creaking metal and shattering of dry rocks as this stuff forces its way up, sending debris flying everywhere. In the distance, a perfectly intact World War II-era battleship sits on the dry lakebed, no tracks or signs of how it got there.