The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of antique CRT computer monitors are somehow buried in the sand of this sprawling, endless dune sea... The air's thick with static electricity, and it smells like hot plastic and salt. Umm, I see a few of the screens displaying distorted, glitchy images of old Windows 95 screensavers, while others show a perfect, pixel-for-pixel recreation of some old, obscure SCP Foundation articles. The sky above's a pale blue, with a few wispy clouds scattered about, and the sun's hovering somewhere near noon...