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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, twisted iron rail tracks stretch across the cracked, sun-baked surface of a dry lakebed, disappearing into the haze of an oncoming dust storm. Air's heavy with the smell of ozone and parched earth, the wind kicking up tiny tornadoes that dance across the lake's surface. An intact, rusting World War II bomber somehow juts out from the middle of a giant, petrified tree stump, both merging seamlessly into a single, worn mass. Sun beats down, a blistering hammer blow of light and heat, making the metal creak and groan like it's alive...