The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, blinding sunlight reflects off an endless expanse of polished, black stone... The air's incredibly dry and still, no wind, no humidity – it's like someone sucked the air dry. A lone, twisted metal antenna sticks out of the stone, emitting a steady hum that's somehow in perfect harmony with the buzzing in my ears as my oxygen-starved brain starts shutting down... Like, the sun beats down from directly overhead, making my skin prickle with heat.