The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusting hulks of what look like 19th-century locomotives are half-buried in a sea of crystalline salt, surrounded by an endless expanse of perfectly still, mirror-like water that stretches out to the horizon. Umm, the air's got a faintly acidic smell, feels really dry, and it's hard to tell the time of day since the sky's a weird, pulsating grey. The trains seem to be, like, dissolving into the salt, as if they're being slowly consumed by it. Water droplets on the surface of the mirror-like expanse are falling upwards, somehow collecting on the underside of a layer of perfectly transparent ice suspended a few feet above.