The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky above is this weirdly uniform gray, like a photo editing filter went wrong. A low-pressure system's making the air feel heavy and wet, with this smell of damp soil and uh, burned plastic wafting from these giant, charred tree stumps that're somehow regrowing their trunks in reverse - they're unraveling upwards, splintering into perfectly straight planks. Water's pooling around them, reflecting the perfectly still, cryptic VAULT symbols etched into the sky, with what looks like an abandoned, old-school, satellite TV dish pointing at them from the distance.