The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted farm equipment is half-buried in the powdery, grey dust that coats everything, like it's been undisturbed for years. Water's slowly seeping up from the ground and pooling around the equipment, reflecting the pale, overcast sky above. A low hum, almost like a vibration, is emanating from a nearby, ancient-looking stone monument covered in weathered, etched glyphs that seem to be drawing the water towards it. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, and the sun appears to be stuck in a fixed position just above the horizon.