The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, giant mechanical flowers are sprouting from the ground, each one easily three stories tall, their metallic petals unfolding like they're about to bloom. The air's charged with an electric crackle, and it's humid like just before a storm, but the sky's this pale, serene blue, with the sun hanging low on the horizon. A weird, pungent smell of burning rubber and myrrh hangs in the air, and it's weirdly silent except for this low, pulsing hum that seems to be coming from the flowers themselves. The ground beneath is somehow made of this weird, liquid concrete that's slowly flowing like molasses.