The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted metal sculptures are strewn across a barren, salt-encrusted lake bed, like...somehow merged with the surrounding rocks. The air's got this heavy, still pressure and it's thick with the smell of salt and rust. Uh, a thin layer of water's reflecting the pale morning sunlight, casting an eerie calm across the scene, as a chunk of the Earth's crust just...detaches from the ground, steadily rising into the air with no visible source of lift. Seagulls are wheeling effortlessly above, their squawks echoing off the stillness.