The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weirdly-shaped rock formations stretch out as far as the eye can see in this vast, barren badlands landscape. The air is super dry, with no humidity at all, and the sky's a piercing blue above, with the mid-day sun beating down relentlessly. Like, somehow a massive, ancient locomotive engine is partially buried in the rock, still chugging away with steam pouring out, but it's somehow also growing roots and branches like a living tree. Umm, the only sound is the constant, low rumble of the engine and the faint scent of diesel fuel hanging in the air.