The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough-hewn boulders and jagged outcroppings of stone dominate a vast, barren expanse of dusty terrain, like. The air is dry, still, and heavy with the scent of rocky soil, umm, under a pale blue sky that seems almost devoid of clouds. In the midst of this desolate landscape, a solitary, rusted train engine is inexplicably driving itself up a gentle slope, its wheels slowly rotating as it moves in eerie silence, the only sound the crunch of gravel beneath its wheels. Water is slowly flowing out of the locomotive's smokestack.