The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, still-functional escalator just kinda shoots up from the ground, connecting a vast, barren salt flat to the bottom of a low-hanging, wispy cloud layer. The air's super dry, smelling kinda like a mixture of salt and motor oil, and it's kinda muggy with an electric charge to it, but I can see for miles in every direction under the bright, midday sun. Water somehow flows upwards from the salt flat, pooling into little puddles along the length of the escalator and getting swept up by the slowly moving steps. Umm, a loop of an Elon Musk tweetstorm is printed in huge, block letters along the side of the escalator.