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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, ivory-colored pillars, worn smooth by wind and sand, support a vast, canvas awning that stretches across the dunes like a shredded sail. Umm, wisps of fine, golden sand dance in the faint breeze as the air's thick with a scent like old books and leather. A pair of ancient, brass orreries somehow maintain perfect synchrony, their intricate, gemstone-encrusted gears ticking away as they track the movement of a dim, orange-red sun that seems to be suspended directly above, unmoving in the sky. The air is heavy with an electric charge, making the hairs on my arms stand on end.