The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient stone columns lie shattered and half-buried in the fine, rust-red sand of a massive, abandoned quarry, the air's thick with the smell of iron oxide and feels heavy with an electric charge. The sun's stuck at high noon, casting no shadows anywhere, and uh, the sky's this deep, burnt orange hue. Thousands of twitching, mechanical fingers somehow fused with fragments of Reddit comments are embedded in the quarry walls, reflecting an eerie, pulsing glow. Water from a nearby, overflowing rock pool is flowing uphill, into a blood-soaked, mangled satellite dish perched on the edge of the quarry.