The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin suns hang low on the horizon of a vast, salt-crusted lake bed, their light casting an orange-pink glow across the crystalline formations scattered across the dry earth. Umm, the air's got this heavy stillness, and I can smell the sharp tang of salt everywhere... A series of perfectly geometric trenches seem to be etched into the ground, reflecting the twin suns in perfect symmetry, and in the center of the largest trench, a massive iron statue of the ouroboros lies with its mouth somehow swallowing its own tail in a perfect loop, not a single seam or weld visible.