The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, a kilometer-long freight train is just... buried, end to end, in a vast expanse of cracked, salt-encrusted mudflats. Water's seeping up from the ground, pooling around the rusty train wheels, but the air is super dry and there's this weird, steady breeze blowing out of the empty freight cars. Umm, despite the fact that everything's totally still, a stream of perfectly formed, tiny tornadoes is rising up from the mud and just... vanishing, one by one, into the pale morning sunlight. The air smells strongly of seaweed and ozone-free rain.