The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant... mechanical cacti are growing outta the sand, their metal spines slowly moving like, uh, snakes. The air's super dry, and it smells like... burning wires, I guess. Sun's right overhead, beating down, and, uh, there's a weird, high-pitched hum... coming from these ancient Sumerian tablets just lying around, covered in, like, circuit diagrams and shit... Echo, gotta keep... going... yawn...