The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on a massive, symmetrical pyramid of compacted trash and garbage, casting a long shadow across the cracked asphalt of a seemingly abandoned airfield. Uh, the air is thick with the smell of rotting waste and there's this weird, constant rumble of low-frequency vibrations, like the distant hum of some sort of heavy machinery... air pressure feels off too. Water somehow seeps upwards through the compacted trash, creating tiny, dripping icicles that defy the sweltering heat of the late afternoon sun.