The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, really dry, cracked mud... it's everywhere, and it smells like the air's been burned, like after a wildfire. Sun's beating down from right above, and I can see my own shadow stretching out, really thin and long... It's kinda quiet, except there's this low rumble, like thunder, but it's coming from a giant, metallic eye just sitting in the distance, half-buried in the mud, staring at me. Everything's... getting really fuzzy...