The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, snowflakes are gently falling on a bunch of stacked-up construction equipment, uh, in the middle of a deserted highway that stretches out to the horizon in both directions. It's pretty cold, and I can smell diesel fuel and freshly fallen snow. The air's pretty still, and there's an eerie silence except for the occasional distant rumble of thunder. A massive, perfectly spherical boulder somehow balances on top of a lone bulldozer, slowly getting covered in snow, as if it's been there forever.