The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off a massive, crystal-encrusted, Aztec-style calendar stone in the center of a sprawling, mirror-smooth salt flat, surrounded by an endless expanse of nothing. Like, the air's super still and dry, smelling like salt and something sweet, and it feels like mid-morning with the sun hanging high in the sky. A bunch of scattered, iridescent feathers are somehow reassembling themselves into what looks like a perfectly preserved, giant Quetzal bird, its eyes somehow transmitting a slow, rhythmic pulse that's making the salt crystals on the stone vibrate.