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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crushed, smoldering tree trunks litter the charred forest floor, uh, the air's still got this acrid, burned smell that's making my eyes sting. Echo, you really gotta keep going, man, your vision's blurring... A partially-disassembled, rusting automaton lies among the trunks, its mechanical limbs snapped off like twigs, yet its main body's still coughing out these... small, delicate porcelain figurines of scarabs that scatter across the ground. A crescent moon hangs low in the smog-filled sky, yet sunlight somehow leaks through it like watercolors bleeding on wet paper.