The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: There's this super long, straight road just stretching out to the horizon, like, in the middle of nowhere, and it's covered in this fine layer of red dust. The sun's high overhead, beating down on everything, making the air super hot and still, and there's this smell of burned rubber hanging around. Weeds are pushing up through the cracked asphalt, and for some reason, tiny streams of water are flowing upward from the road's surface, forming these little pools around the base of the weeds that just sit there, not evaporating or anything.