The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dilapidated, industrial silos rise from a massive, dry lakebed, surrounded by weird, concentric patterns etched into the dusty ground. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of dry earth and minerals, and it's super hot out here, the sun beating down from directly overhead. Like, a massive, crystalline outcropping is slowly, silently extruding from one of the silos, pushing aside the rusty steel like it's playdough, while a faint hum, like... I don't know, resonates through the air. Water's somehow pooling on the surface of the lakebed, forming a perfect, mirror-like reflection of the surrounding landscape.