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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, twisted animal carcasses, like... deer or something, are tangled in barbed wire and vines, impaled on rusted farm tools scattered across a barren, wet plain. The air's heavy with this noxious, sweet smell, like something's rotting beneath the surface, and it feels like dawn, but the sun's a dull orange smear across the horizon. Water's dripping from the tips of... razor-sharp thorns, just suspended in mid-air, no plants or anything, and it's slowly filling up this rusted, old-fashioned keyhole set into the ground. The air's really still, feels like it's weighing me down...