The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite boulders, polished to a high shine, scatter the ground, reflecting the pale light of a sunrise that seems to be occurring in multiple locations around the horizon. Umm, air's crisp, with a hint of woodsmoke and damp earth, and the stillness is broken only by a low rumble, like a distant waterfall. A perfectly ordinary, rusty swing set sits in the center of this weird, multi-dawn landscape, its chains swaying gently in time with the... steady rotation of the entire horizon itself, which is somehow spinning in a slow circle around us.