The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, ancient baobab tree grows out of the center of a giant, perfectly circular, natural salt dome, reflecting the pale blue sun that hangs at high noon in the clear sky. The air is thick with the smell of damp salt, and the humidity feels pretty oppressive. Schools of blind, iridescent cave fish swim through the solid salt, like, unimpeded by the crystalline structure, their bioluminescent scales pulsing in a complex pattern that seems to mirror the Fibonacci sequence of the tree's gnarled root system. Umm, the air is heavy with static.