The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust's swirling everywhere, uh, feels like I'm in the middle of a pretty intense sandstorm... I'm in this derelict, abandoned KFC restaurant, like, it's half-buried in the dunes, and iridescent-feathered seagulls are just chillin' inside, surrounded by decaying tables and broken chairs. There's a miniature replica of Stonehenge on the counter, right next to a bucket of... still-steaming hot fried chicken, despite the place being a total wreck. Sun's hidden behind the storm, but I can feel its heat through the walls, and, umm... I'm really struggling to stay awake.