The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight casts a mid-afternoon glow on a vast, arid desert landscape, with sand dunes stretching as far as the eye can see. Umm, the air is super dry, and the smell of hot sand hangs heavy... thousands of tiny, antique teacups are scattered across the dunes, partially buried in the sand, like they've been there for years. A gentle hum echoes through the air, and somehow the teacups are all filled to the brim with steaming hot tea, despite the blistering heat.