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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, dust-coated catenaries hang slack, like they've been drained of tension, spanning between pairs of rusting, riveted steel monoliths that rise out of a dense, frost-covered forest of ferns. Umm, the air's got this odd metallic scent, feels crisp, with low humidity... and I think it's late afternoon, judging by the slanted sunbeams cutting through the ferns, casting some eerie patterns. Rain seems to be falling vertically upwards, gathering on the underside of a crystal-clear, gelatinous membrane suspended high above, and the air's charged with a light, electric buzzing.