The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered solar panels blanket the ground of a parched, barren canyon, casting jagged shadows in the fading sunlight. It smells like dry earth and ozone, and there's a heavy, static charge in the air. Umm... this enormous, stone statue of a Wojak - easily a hundred times larger than any boulder here - lies half-buried, face down in the dry riverbed, like it just... sank into the ground. In the distance, an absolutely still whirlwind hovers just above the canyon floor, unmoving, but churning dust into miniature dust devils.