The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously oversized cargo elevator stretches out in the middle of an otherwise empty, barren desert landscape, like, under the harsh glare of the late afternoon sun in a clear blue sky. Umm, the air's super dry and has this intense scent of diesel fuel, and there's basically no breeze at all – a thin layer of sand coats the elevator's metal floor, somehow not getting disturbed despite the massive doors repeatedly sliding open and shut. Outside, a distant low-frequency hum echoes, but it's dead quiet in here except for the sound of what appears to be an endless freight train somehow passing through the elevator itself.