The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off this endless expanse of cracked, dry mud, it's like, pretty still and hot, the air's thick with the smell of baked earth. Next to it, I see this abandoned Soviet-era radar station just... merged with the walls of an ancient, ruined temple, vines snaking around the antennae, and an excerpt from a 4chan thread about the Montauk Project's "time looping" experiments is etched into the temple's stone foundation. A chunk of the sky above is somehow a deep, pulsing purple, and I hear a steady hum, like, a mix of the radar station and... something else, echoing through the still air.