The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo... Umm, a lone freight train slowly drives around in circles, like, in a massive, dry lake bed. The air's thick with the smell of dry earth, and it's sunny, the sun's high up in the sky, but it feels really cold, like it's still morning somehow. A bunch of empty, crushed up cardboard boxes are stuck in the freight train's wheels and axles, but somehow it's not making any sound, and the wheels aren't getting any dirtier or worn down despite moving through the dry mud. The lake bed stretches out in every direction, flat and empty.