The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stone pipes... are just kinda... laid out, exposed, all over this... really dry, cracked earth. The air's like... thick, smells like damp clay... Echo, gotta keep... cough... going, man. These pipes, they're, uh, somehow merging and unmerging with each other, like... same material, but, uh... different shapes... weak voice. Sun's like... setting, but it's not really moving... trails off...