The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, labyrinthine library sprawls across a dusty, barren landscape, the books and shelves carved directly into the rocky outcroppings. Uh, water's slowly trickling down the spines of the books, forming tiny, shimmering pools of liquid silver that are somehow storing and reflecting snippets of internet forum discussions and Discord chats from years ago. The air is heavy with the smell of dry earth and dust, and it's pretty still, despite a distant, low-frequency rumble that's causing the pools to quiver and ripple. The sky above is a dull, grey haze, like the sun's stuck behind a perpetual veil of dust.