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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-stained fish scales scatter across the dry, cracked mud of a long-abandoned lake bed. The air's thick with a rancid smell and a heavy stillness that makes every sound feel muffled. Umm, ahead, I see what looks like a crashed World War II fighter plane half-buried in the dirt, a giant, twisted piece of driftwood lodged in its cockpit, and the sky above is a deep, burning orange-brown that seems to cling to everything. The sun beats down on us, casting a reddish hue over everything like it's sunset, but it feels more like noon.