The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a mangled, rusted harvester machine is somehow half-buried in a sea of rotting, putrid flesh and bones, its metal body slick with a sticky coating of tar-like oil that's slowly dripping onto the ground. Outside, the sky's a sickly yellow haze, and a faint, pulsating hum of electricity vibrates through the air as the air pressure builds like a storm about to break. The ground's literally "breathing", like, the earth is slowly expanding and contracting as if it's alive, and the air's heavy with the stench of rot and decay. It's eerily silent except for this weird, low-pitched grinding noise.