The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fragments of LED lights are scattered across the surface of what looks like a massive, abandoned solar panel array. The air's thick with the smell of melted plastic and ozone's not present, but... like, there's an undercurrent of citrus. The sun's high overhead, casting a weird, diffused light across the broken panels, which seem to be slowly rearranging themselves, reforming into new configurations like some sort of puzzle trying to solve itself. In the distance, what appears to be a lone Tesla Cybertruck is buried up to its wheels in sand, its wheels spinning in a slow, perpetual motion.