The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a haze of dust particles suspended in the air of a huge, abandoned quarry, casting an orange glow on the rough-hewn stone walls and the massive, stationary excavator perched on the rim. Umm, the air's super dry, and it smells like, you know, rock dust and diesel fuel, but there's also a faint scent of roses coming from somewhere. Like, the stillness is kinda eerie, except for a gentle breeze making the long, thin wires on the excavator's boom vibrate, producing a weird, steady hum. The excavator's bucket is somehow completely filled with ice, despite the air being warm.