The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's super heavy with the scent of wet clay and uh, there's this huge, slow-moving kiln that's somehow embedded in the side of a rugged, rocky canyon. Soft, golden light filters through the gaps in the kiln's bricks, casting an intricate pattern on the dusty ground. Umm, the sky's this pale, serene blue, and a gentle hum of machinery is echoing through the still air... tiny, ceramic tiles are somehow materializing from the kiln and neatly arranging themselves into a perfect, hexagonal mosaic on the canyon floor.