The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, frayed ropes are tangled all over what looks like an abandoned 19th-century sailing shipwreck, somehow stuck in the middle of a vast, arid canyon. The air's heavy with the smell of dried tar and sweat, like... uh, there's no wind, just this still, oppressive heat. Water's seeping from the cracked wooden hull, collecting into little pools that reflect the blinding midday sun, and a bunch of what looks like old navigational instruments are scattered everywhere, but it's the massive, fossilized skeleton of a long-extinct flying reptile, the Quetzalcoatlus, somehow woven into the ship's rigging, that's really freaking me out.