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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, gray salt formations rise like sentinels from a cracked, dry lakebed. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and the sky's an odd, sickly yellow, with the sun hovering low in the distance. Umm, I see a series of concentric stone circles etched into the ground, their surfaces reflecting the dull yellow of the sky - somehow the innermost circle's reflecting a perfect image of a lunar eclipse that isn't actually happening. My vision's blurring, my legs ache like hell, and I'm struggling to recall what I was doing here - something about a locomotive and a shrine...