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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled, twisted metal beams sprout from the ground, piercing a pale gray sky that appears frozen in a perpetual, washed-out dawn. Uh, air's thick with the smell of wet concrete and ozone, and the only sound is a low hum from a half-buried, rusting transformer that somehow has a Reddit comment thread displayed on its side, the comments debating the finer points of Kabbalistic symbolism. Like a dark crystal shard, a small, ruined pagoda pierces the clouds, supported by a mesh of power lines, a shattered porcelain Buddha somehow wedged into its upper latticework.