The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming in from an opening above, illuminating this huge, rotating silo filled with layers of colored sand, each layer somehow not mixing with the one below it. The air's still and it smells like hay, umm, and there's this weird constant low-pitched whine coming from the metal walls, kinda vibrating the whole silo. It's really humid in here, and somehow, a massive, fully-intact Saturn V rocket is buried vertically in the sand at the center of the silo, its fins splayed out at the base like it just got stuck there. The rocket's paint looks brand new.