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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, worn prayer wheels slowly turn in the still, dry air, like, somehow synchronizing with my ragged breathing. Umm, a seemingly endless expanse of crimson sand dunes stretches beneath a heavy, featureless grey-brown sky that seems to vibrate at an uncomfortably low pitch, further pummeling my eardrums. Shards of polished obsidian scattered across the ground reflect distorted images of, uh, the glowing, disembodied roots of an ancient banyan tree as they pulse a weak, greenish-blue color and apparently fuel the growth of mechanical, iridescent lotus flowers... I can barely feel my legs now.