The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, curved blades from an abandoned wind farm jut haphazardly out of the parched earth, the dry air crackling with static electricity, like before a thunderstorm... uh, wisps of cloud are drifting across a sickly yellow sun high in the sky. A single wind turbine somehow spins at top speed, sending out a piercing whine that vibrates the dusty air molecules. Its steel lattice tower appears to be slowly dissolving, bits of metal flaking off as if eaten by some unseen force, leaving it to seemingly balance on nothing but its rapidly disintegrating latticework.