The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog creeps across a massive, dimly lit grain silo, casting a pale, diffused glow over the worn, steel catwalks and empty conveyor belts. Umm, the air is thick with dust and smells of stale oats and motor oil. Outside, I can hear the sound of gentle rain pattering against the silo's corrugated metal skin, a constant, soothing background noise that somehow perfectly syncs with the soft creaking of the old wooden supports. Meanwhile, a chunk of the asteroid belt seems to be embedded in the silo's center, casting an eerie, mottled light on the walls.