The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck, some abandoned, giant, inflatable hamster tunnel is just stretching across the landscape, half-buried in the dirt and rocks, like, totally still, no movement, not even a slight wobble... Umm, the air's dry, thin, with this sickly sweet smell of bubblegum and dust. The sun's pretty low, maybe an hour before sunset, casting this super-long shadow of the hamster tunnel, and... I mean, for some reason, a steady, pulsing beam of blue light is just shooting out from the tunnel's entrance, cutting through the darkening air like it's solid.