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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, corrugated metal silos rise up from a cracked, concrete foundation, surrounded by twisted remnants of rusting machinery and overgrown with thick vines. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of rust and decaying vegetation, and a faint hum of machinery can be heard, even though everything appears to be still. In the center of the silos, an old, worn-out Soviet-era T-34 tank seems to be... made entirely of some sort of moss-covered, porous stone, the texture like it's been grown organically, rather than manufactured. A thin drizzle falls from the grey sky above.