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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dry lakebed stretches out in every direction, cracked earth reflecting the pale blue of the early morning sky. Umm, water's somehow reconstituting itself from the dusty ground, forming tiny puddles that are slowly growing into larger pools. The air's cool and crisp, with a faint scent of dry clay and a gentle electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand up. A crescent-shaped chunk of what looks like a granite mountain is stuck in the lakebed's center, slowly rotating clockwise as the sun rises over the horizon.