The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rusted agricultural machinery's half-submerged in a lake of what looks like liquid copper, umm, it's reflecting an image of a distorted, Salvador Dali-esque landscape that seems to be... melting. The air's heavy with the smell of burnt hay, and there's this weird, electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand up. It's pretty humid, like it just rained or something, but the sky's a clear, blazing blue with the sun right overhead. One of the machinery's giant, metal wheels is spinning backwards, slowly pulling the surrounding water up into the air.