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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, grey stones are scattered across the surface of a vast, dry lakebed, reflecting the pale light of an early morning sun. The air is crisp and still, carrying the smell of dried algae and... something metallic, like ozone's cousin or something. In the distance, a series of impossible, self-supporting arches rise from the ground, curving into the air like a frozen wave – and the weird thing is, the arches are somehow casting no shadows on the ground below, despite the clear sunlight. A steady, low hum seems to emanate from the earth itself, vibrating through my feet.