The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, giant stone pedestals are just... scattered all over this empty, salt-crusted lake bed, like they were left behind by something. The air's got this dry, crackling feel to it, and it smells kinda like... salt and dust? The late afternoon sun is casting this warm, orange light over everything, and the sound of gentle, steady creaking is echoing off the hills surrounding the lake bed. A massive, still-functional, Wurlitzer organ is somehow just... embedded in one of the pedestals, like it's been here forever, and it's playing a really slow version of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game".