The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, run-down concrete dam stretches out, like... the air's really dry and smells of worn asphalt. Hundreds of massive, industrial concrete mixers somehow seem to be embedded into the structure, steadily churning out a constant stream of concrete, despite there being no visible source of materials. A flock of ducks swims calmly in the stagnant water collected behind the dam, umm, completely unbothered by the deafening sound of the mixers. It looks like it's late morning, the pale sun beating down on everything.