The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted farm equipment lies scattered across a barren, dusty field, overgrown with weeds and vines. The air's heavy with the smell of decay and rot, and a thick, gray fog hangs low over the ground, like it's being pulled down by some invisible force. Umm, a massive, ancient, stone statue of a long-extinct saber-toothed tiger somehow rises out of the earth, its eyes staring straight up at the sky, as if it's been buried here for centuries, slowly being uncovered by erosion. The sun's hidden behind the thick fog, making it impossible to tell the time of day.