The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's trickling down a rocky slope, and it smells kinda damp and earthy... umm, there's a bunch of rusted old bicycles scattered everywhere, some of them still upright with their chains and gears intact. A bunch of broken glass bottles are filled with some murky, orange-brown liquid, somehow staying upright on the uneven terrain, like... not spilling a single drop, even though the ground's kinda tilted and rough. A TV antenna is protruding from the side of a massive boulder, pointing straight up towards the clear blue sky above, with sunlight reflecting off it like it's made of polished metal.