The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's splashing against the hull of a half-submerged, ancient wooden ship, like, covered in barnacles and seaweed. Umm, air's got this heavy, saltwater smell and the sunlight's filtering down from directly above, making the water sparkle around me. The ship's somehow embedded in the middle of this vast, white salt flat, which stretches out to the horizon, and, randomly, the ship's sails are still billowing as if catching wind - but the air is perfectly still. Seagulls are flying overhead, even though we're clearly miles from the ocean.