The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, iridescent salt dome fills the air with an otherworldly glow, uh, like... it's pulsating with a gentle hum. The air's dry and heavy, thick with the scent of saltwater and citrus, and it's got this weird, charged quality that's making my skin prickle. Shards of crystal jut out from the ground, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the dusty, barren floor, while the sky above is a pale, serene blue with the sun positioned directly overhead. A flock of mirror-finish, chromed-out birds somehow fly in a perpetual loop, their wings never flapping.