The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant steel silos are covering the entire landscape, with sunlight casting a harsh glare off the metal. The air's dry, smells kinda like freshly baked bread, and it's eerily still - there's just no wind. Like, a bunch of robotic harvesters are methodically collecting something that looks like transparent, crystalline hay from the space between the silos, despite there being no crops in sight. Some kind of massive, unseen magnet is casually lifting and manipulating entire silos like they're made of paper, rearranging the landscape on a whim.