The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, air's... heavy, still, no wind at all, and there's this metallic, slightly sweet scent, like machine oil or something. I'm surrounded by towering, rusted silos that seem to be reflecting each other's rusty hues, creating this weird, kaleidoscope-like pattern that makes my head spin. Above, a blindingly bright sky appears to be projecting an infinite loop of some twitch streamer's kill cam footage... with birds, tons of starlings, flying in impossible patterns through the projections as if they're living code. The ground beneath me feels... odd, spongy, like wet clay.