The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic steel grain silos are just... stretching up to the sky all around me, like I'm in some kind of storage facility or something. Umm, the air's pretty dry and smells kinda like... old grain? A bunch of perfectly intact, still-sealed bags of dog food are just... piled up in the corner, like they were just dropped off or something. This huge, still-functional, grandfather clock is somehow just... embedded in one of the silos, like it's been here forever, and its gentle ticking is echoing off the metal walls.