The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, velvety darkness surrounds a dilapidated, abandoned carousel in the middle of a vast, dry lakebed, umm... the air is stale, heavy with the scent of decay and dust. Faded, paint-chipped horses, zebras, and other animals seem to be stuck mid-gallop, their wooden bodies weathered, yet their glassy eyes appear... fresh, and they're staring straight up into the sky, as if transfixed by the clouds, or maybe something beyond them. A fine, reddish-orange dust slowly seeps upwards from the lakebed's surface, curling into small whirlwinds that then dissipate into nothing.