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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of liquid metal are dissolving the remains of a mangled, mechanical bull in the center of a dusty, abandoned rodeo arena. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of decaying leather and rusting metal, and the sky above is a sickly shade of yellow, like it's perpetually stuck in a toxic sunset. The sound of dripping oil echoes through the still air, punctuated by the faint, eerie whisper of the "Tibetan Book of the Dead" being recited by some unseen, mechanical source. A corroded, copper Ankh symbol has somehow merged with a rusted rodeo gate.