The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive steel silos are just sitting there in a dry riverbed, surrounded by worn concrete pedestals, covered in lichen. Umm, it's got this dull overcast sky above, feels like mid-morning. Water's dripping from somewhere and pooling at the base of these silos, it's really still, like the air's got this heavy blanket over it, and... the silos are somehow seamlessly merged with ancient, weathered rock formations, like they've been there forever. The smell of damp earth and rust is really pungent, making my head spin.