The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Seagulls are crying out, flying erratically around a mangled, rusting Ferris-wheel-like structure - no, it's actually a massive, six-armed Tibetan Buddhist prayer wheel, half-buried in the cracked mud of a dried lake bed. The air's thick with the smell of salt and ozone, and it's late morning judging by the harsh sunlight beating down. Umm, like, water's constantly seeping out from beneath the wheel's base, creating a miniature river that flows into a nearby, ancient-looking storm drain. The storm drain appears to be made of a single piece of rough, polished obsidian.