The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, dry lake bed stretches out, cracked earth as far as I can see... Like, the sky above is a pale blue, sun at about mid-morning. A bunch of worn, empty rowboats just sit in the middle of the lake bed, half-buried in the dust. And uh, a small herd of feral cattle is slowly walking up the side of a giant, upside-down, perfectly intact commercial airliner that just lies on its back in the dirt, like it's a normal hill.