The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant metal turbines just spinning really slow... uh, suspended high above a... a really white, powdery beach. The air's... still, like no breeze at all, but it's got this... charged, electric feel, like before a storm... weak voice. A piece of the moon is, like, stuck in the sand, just chillin', and it's got, uh, water flowing out of it... somehow. Echo, gotta... fading voice... keep... going... man...