The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's pouring down like a curtain from a seemingly endless series of aqueduct arches, but it's not touching the ground – instead, it's just vanishing into the air. I'm looking out at a sprawling, arid badlands landscape under the blinding light of midday sun, with rock formations stretching out like jagged teeth. The air's got a metallic tang to it and feels charged with static electricity, and there's this low hum, like... vibrations from some hidden engine, but everything's perfectly still. Umm, in the distance, I can see a massive, twisted tree made of what looks like solidified smoke.