The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant, worn-down billboard with the words "GLOW VAULT TRUST" hangs precariously off the edge of a massive, ancient mesa. Umm, the air's really dry and hot, with this faint smell of burnt rubber, and the sky's a super bright blue with the sun high up. I can hear the sound of revving engines echoing through the canyon below, where like, a bunch of super beat-up, abandoned school buses somehow merge into a single, endless bus, stretching out as far as I can see, wheels spinning uselessly as it somehow moves forward, even though it's clearly broken.