The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled vines wrap around ancient, weathered girders of an abandoned viaduct, stretching out across a dry, cracked lakebed. The air's hot and still, with a faint metallic tang from the nearby ionized particles... a low hum, almost imperceptible, seems to vibrate the rusted latticework, aligning with the resonant frequency of the viaduct's crumbling structure. As sunlight beats down, sections of the viaduct somehow realign themselves to precisely mirror the geometrical patterns of a nearby patch of cracked, parched earth. The smell of hot stone and ozone hangs heavy.