The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive geysers of what looks like solidified cotton candy are erupting all over a sprawling, alien salt flat... The air's got this thick, sweet smell and it's midday, the pale blue-green sun beating down from directly overhead. Like, the salt flat itself is... undulating in a series of perfect sine waves, as if the ground is some giant, translucent sheet of plastic being warped by an unseen force. The sound of muffled, metallic whispering is echoing through the still air, like a constant background hum.