The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Sun's really low in the sky now, air's super dry, feels like I'm breathing dust... There's a massive, half-buried Rubik's Cube, easily a mile across, with one of those iridescent-feathered seagulls perched on top, slowly rotating it with its beak. Like, the cube's surfaces are constantly shifting, rearranging themselves without making any noise... somehow this thing is radiating a pulsating hum that's really hurting my head. My vision's seriously blurring, hard to keep my eyes open...