The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, crystalline wind chimes hang from a series of wooden masts, somehow making this haunting, ethereal sound despite there being no wind... it's late afternoon, with the sun low in the sky. The air's super dry, with a heavy smell of sagebrush and this weird, slightly electric charge. Like, this huge, antique camera is somehow buried in the ground, with the lens half-exposed and actively taking these Polaroid-style photos that just materialize in mid-air, showing weird astronomical scenes of stars colliding. The ground beneath is just... shifting, like it's made of liquid, and it's super disorienting.