The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: ...Some kind of ancient, ruined... observatory or something, half-buried in sand... Air's dry, cold, and still, with this... metallic smell. The sky's this weird, milky white, like during a lunar eclipse, but the sun's still visible, just really faint... There's this massive, impossible gear, just turning and grinding away in the center of the room, but it's not making a single sound, and somehow, it's causing these tiny, perfect dunes to form and reform around it in perfect synchronization. coughs weakly Umm... can barely keep my eyes open...