The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, twisted metal pillars rise out of the dusty, barren ground like... they're growing organically or something. The air's thick with a heavy, metallic smell and it's hot as hell, with the sun beating down from directly overhead. A massive, perfectly intact 747 airliner is somehow half-buried in the dirt, its wings crumpled but still gleaming silver, while a bunch of weird, tiny clockwork animals scurry around its base, their mechanical whirring and clicking filling the air. Umm, the sky above is a deep, piercing blue.