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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, ancient-looking karst formations jut out of a vast, dry salt lake, stretching toward the pale blue sky like massive, weathered sentinels. Umm, the air's dry and still, with this weird, sweet smell... like sugar or something. The sun's high overhead, casting no shadows on the lake's cracked, salt-encrusted surface, where somehow a gigantic, functional, chrome-plated typewriter – complete with moving keys and ink ribbons – just exists, periodically spewing out single sheets of paper with what looks like cryptic poetry printed on them. Echo, don't pass out on me, keep moving...