The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-buried in a field of rust-red soil, a massive, ornate pipe organ is just... sitting there, pipes stretching out in every direction. Like, the air is super humid, and this heavy scent of damp earth is hanging over everything. Water's seeping up from the ground, pooling around the organ's base, and somehow it's also flowing upwards, forming a perfect, crystalline column that's reflecting the late-afternoon sunlight. The organ's playing a discordant tune, but there's no sound – the air is perfectly still, and the only noise is the soft rustling of dry leaves in the nearby trees.