The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted hulls of ancient ships are scattered across a dry, cracked lake bed, surrounded by what looks like a massive, twisted tangle of rebar. The air's thick with a sweet, metallic scent, like someone spilled a bunch of honey on hot steel... it's pretty intense. Sun's beating down, but there's a weird, diffused quality to the light, like the whole area's being filtered through some kind of giant lens. Water's somehow dripping upwards from the lake bed, collecting in mid-air and just... staying there, suspended in weird, liquid icicles.