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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, curved horns of a massive, rusted-out oil derrick rise above the shifting, golden sand of an immense desert. The air is searing hot and smells of smoke, gasoline, and something almost like cardamom, while the sky above is a pale, dusty blue, with the sun high overhead. Umm, around the derrick's base, concentric rings of tiny, mirror-smooth stones seem to be absorbing the light around them, creating little pockets of darkness. On one side, a spiral-shaped groove in the sand looks like it's slowly, steadily pulling sand upwards, defying gravity, into the air.