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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked concrete and mangled metal debris scatter the barren, dusty ground, stretching out before a dilapidated, heavily rusted satellite dish. Like, seagulls fly overhead, their cries punctuating the still, dry air as water somehow seeps upwards from the ground into the satellite's twisted pipes, forming a surreal, reverse trickle that drips onto the cracked earth. The air's thick with the smell of ozone-free decay and dusty earth, and I can hear the sound of screeching seagulls and buzzing machinery coming from the distance. Uh, a giant ASCII art image of a Cryptopunk seems to watch me with cold, dead eyes from the dish's surface.