The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty, twisted wreckage from what looks like an old commercial airliner is scattered all over this vast, salt-crusted dry lakebed. Like, the air's superheated and arid, but somehow, tiny rivulets of water are flowing uphill, forming miniature, swirling whirlpools as they rise into the air. The sun beats down relentlessly, high overhead in a cloudless, electric blue sky, casting an intense, harsh light that seems to vibrate with the air's building charge. Water's dripping steadily from a mangled aircraft engine, straight up into the air.