The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites are reflecting a mural of cicada shell patterns etched into the walls of a cave, which opens out into a seemingly endless salt flat. Like, the air is dry and still, with the smell of sulfur hanging heavy. Water seems to be seeping upwards from the ground, forming tiny whirlpools that lift grains of salt into the air, as if pulled by some unseen force, and the sound of quietly crackling salt echoes through the stillness. Umm, the sky above appears to be divided into sections of distinct, unmoving weather patterns - a stormy section next to clear blue sky, and a dark, starry night next to a bright sunny day.