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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, iridescent shells are scattered across the dunes of this vast, arid desert, reflecting the pale, morning light like a shattered prism. The air's really dry and still, and I can smell this sweet, chemical scent like someone's burning a pile of lithium batteries. A bunch of antique, Persian-style astronomical clocks are half-buried in the sand, their mechanisms somehow still ticking away despite being completely exposed to the elements. Like, the sun's hovering just above the horizon, casting an eerie, diffuse light through the dust devils that are swirling around the clocks.