The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, interlocking gears protrude from the sides of a worn, sandstone canyon, partially buried in fine-grained, red sand. The air's thick with a heavy, metallic scent and it's like... super humid, the sun beating down on my back, high in the sky. Water somehow flows upwards through the center of the gears, forming this weird, solid column of ice that's stuck in the air, reflecting a pale shade of blue from the surrounding rock. Umm, the only sound is the creaking of the gears and this low, almost-imperceptible hum, like the canyon itself is vibrating.