The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mangled, rusted combine harvester is half-buried in a massive, ancient stone sarcophagus, its twisted metal limbs splayed like some mechanical arachnid as it slowly sinks into the wet, loamy soil. Like, the air is heavy with the stench of decay and rot, and a faint, pungent tang hangs over the still air as if the earth itself is exhaling some toxic, ethereal gas. The stone is slick with a dripping, translucent mucus that seems to seep from the rusted metal, and a low, steady hum vibrates through the earth as a small, faint sun rises in the midnight sky.