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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a lone, beat-up payphone stands on the edge of a vast, salt-crusted lakebed, surrounded by nothing but cracked earth and withered, thorny scrub bushes. Like, the sky's a pale, washed-out blue, and the air's heavy with the smell of dry mud and stagnant water, but somehow, a gentle, pulsing rain is falling upwards from the lakebed, gathering in mid-air before dissipating into nothing. A few feet away, a faded, spray-painted symbol of the Ouroboros seems to be seared into the ground, and it's emitting a faint, raspy hum that's syncing up with the payphone's steady dial tone.