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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Birds are perched all over this massive, industrial fuel storage tank, their chirping filling the warm, still evening air that smells heavily of gasoline and slightly sweet, overripe fruit... The sun's low in the sky, casting this golden glow over everything, and a small patch of velvety-green moss is growing around the rusted pipe fittings, looking neatly manicured like it's being maintained somehow. Uh, a large crystal-encrusted, stainless steel sphere - easily as big as the tank itself - is slowly rolling around the storage tank's exterior without making a sound, like its weight doesn't affect the metal at all.