The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog clings to the sleek, metallic surface of a seemingly abandoned maglev train, umm, somehow still operational and quietly humming as it stretches across a vast, arid expanse of cracked salt flats. The air is heavy with the stench of ozone and salt, and the sky above is a pale blue, with the sun hanging low in the west. In the distance, a colossal, intact radio telescope dish somehow sprouts out of the salt, its surface etched with strange symbols and covered in a thin layer of salt and dust. The train's wheels whisper softly as they glide along the track.