The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive stone Buddha's just... half-buried in the mud, surrounded by a bunch of tangled, rusted bicycles, in what looks like a really shallow lake bed or something. The air's thick with this heavy, damp smell, and it's pretty still, but I can hear water dripping somewhere. The Buddha's hands are just... slowly turning these bicycle pedals, like it's powering something, and the sun's beating down on everything, casting no shadows whatsoever. My head's still throbbing, and my lungs are burning from that last underwater stretch.