The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey-brown, fine-grained dust swirls in massive whirlwinds, engulfing everything, making it hard to see beyond a few feet... I'm really struggling to breathe now, my lungs are burning, goddamn it. A giant, disassembled Commodore 64 motherboard sprawls across the dust-covered ground, with wires connecting its parts to ancient, eroded standing stones - some of the stones are pulsing a sickly blue-green color, matching the Commodore 64's LED indicator lights. Like, dust-covered, metallic bird silhouettes perch atop the standing stones, slowly flapping their still, mechanical wings as the sky remains this same oppressive, solid grey.