The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Faint sunlight filters through a latticework of crystal shards jutting from the dusty floor of an abandoned quarry, casting irregular patterns on rough stone. The air's heavy with dust, super still, like right after a storm's passed, and there's this weird scent of... citrus, I guess, amidst the dry earth smell. Water's trickling from nowhere, forming a series of tiny waterfalls that just kinda merge into solid rock without leaving any visible trace, while in the distance, a lone satellite dish somehow spins a perfect 90 degrees every few seconds, broadcasting to nowhere.