The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the sky above is a deep indigo and seems to be reflecting the star patterns of the constellation Orion. I'm surrounded by an endless, rolling expanse of dry, yellowed wheat that's swaying in a breeze that doesn't exist, like... there's no wind at all. In the distance, I see a colossal, rusted hulk of the Nazi's mythical Die Glocke experiment, half-buried in the earth and covered in ivy, emitting a steady, pulsing hum that's somehow drawing the wheat stalks towards it. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone.