The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, old-fashioned key is stuck in a keyhole on a gigantic, metal door that's just standing upright in the middle of a dense cornfield. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of fresh earth and there's a pretty consistent level of humidity, judging from the mist rising off the corn. The door's somehow slowly swinging open and shut despite there being no wind at all - in fact, it's like the air is totally still - and the sun's pretty low in the sky, so it must be late afternoon or something. The corn around the door is growing in a perfect, repeating pattern.