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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sea of pale blue concrete stretches out, covered in scattered patches of rusty red dust... Like, wisps of cirrus clouds drift lazily across a pale blue sky. The air is heavy with the scent of old rubber, and my exhausted body aches as I take a labored breath, but it's weirdly warm despite what looks like snowflakes falling from the sky, gently piling up into neat drifts on the dusty ground. The drifts are forming weird symbols that seem to be rewriting themselves over and over, like the letters are constantly rearranging.