The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky above is this weird, twitchy mosaic of 404 error screens and buffering symbols. Water's pooling up from cracks in the dusty ground, forming these tiny, perfectly circular mirrors that reflect the fragmented code snippets hovering just above the surface. The air's thick with the smell of hot asphalt, and the distant thrum of idling engines creates this low, steady vibration through the ground, like... the hum of a giant, invisible diesel engine. The sun's somehow managing to rise and set simultaneously on opposite horizons, casting these dueling shadows across the rough, rocky terrain.