The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight reflects off a still, crystal-clear expanse of water inside a massive, naturally formed geode. The air's got this humid, heavy quality like it's just about to rain, and I can smell damp earth and something sweet, like fruit. A vintage, chrome-plated locomotive somehow sits perfectly balanced on the water's surface, not making a single ripple, while outside the geode, through a series of massive openings, I can see this endless, arid landscape stretching out under a perfectly cloudless sky. The locomotive's engines are quietly humming along...