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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, frost-covered bones rise out of a vast expanse of cracked, parched earth like skeletal fingers, their twisted joints pointing towards the dull, orange sun hanging low in the sky. Umm, air's heavy with the scent of dust and something metallic, and it's eerily still... no, not just still, it's like the air's been evacuated of any sound or vibration. A tiny, gleaming tornado somehow sprouts from the largest bone, its swirling funnel twisting and writhing like a snake, somehow seeming to contain an ocean of glittering, turbulent water within its tiny diameter.