The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by a bunch of old, concrete missile silos that are, like, covered in thick ivy and moss. The air's really heavy with humidity, and I can smell the damp earth and... uh, something like burning copper. Above, the twin suns are straight up in the sky, casting this intense, double shadow on everything, and... the missile silos seem to be growing roots that are just digging deeper into the ground, like they're becoming some kind of twisted, mechanical trees. The air's still, no wind or anything, just total silence.