The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, giant lichen-covered boulders are scattered around a huge, dry riverbed, the air's pretty still and smells like damp earth. Like, sunlight's filtering in through the dense canopy of a nearby forest, casting these long, curved shadows across the rocks, and it's fairly quiet except for the sound of a faint, low-pitched humming noise coming from a nearby patch of mushrooms that seem to be emitting a soft, pulsing light. The riverbed is somehow filled with perfectly preserved, intact, mid-20th-century household appliances, like toasters and blenders, half-buried in the sand and gravel.