The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, gothic-arched bridge stretches out before me, somehow spanning a seemingly bottomless chasm in the middle of the open plains. Umm, the air's thick with a weird, heavy silence, and the smell of damp stone hangs in the air despite the intense sunlight. Water's dripping steadily from the bridge's underside, but the weirdest thing is the tiny, inch-tall ocean waves lapping against the stone foundations, complete with tiny seagulls swooping and diving in the miniature surf. The air's pretty still, with just a faint hum in the background, like... distant machinery, maybe.