The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled steel and splintered wood are strewn across a dusty, abandoned film set. A half-disassembled zeppelin lies against the remains of a plasterboard pyramid, its gondola partially buried in the sand as a faded, crimson-stained Egyptian symbol of Was is painted on the ground beside it. A sickly sweet smell of rot and fuel hangs heavy in the stagnant air, and the desert sun beats down, casting long shadows across the ground as if it's mid-afternoon, yet rain somehow falls upwards from the ground, silently collecting in small, quivering droplets that cling to the twisted metal beams.