The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive granite boulders are scattered across a dry lakebed, some cracked open to reveal their pink, quartz-lined interiors. The air's baking hot, and I can smell the scent of dried algae and mud, with a sweet undercurrent of something chemical, like... solvents. The sky above is clear blue, with a sharp horizon where the sun is hovering just above the ground, casting a sharp line between bright, reflected light and shadow. Umm, in the distance, the remains of a massive, winged aircraft are buried up to their engines, with its broken wings still slowly flexing, like it's about to shake off the earth.