The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the entire landscape is like... one massive, undulating blanket of purple and silver iridescent salt, stretching out to the horizon. A fleet of crystalline sailboats is scattered across the salt flats, their hulls reflecting the pale light of a frozen sunrise - the air is super heavy with the smell of seaweed and the sound of salt crackling echoes through the stillness. A thick layer of frost is coating everything, but it's not melting even though the air feels pretty warm and humid. The stars in the sky are literally pinned in place, like they're being held by invisible thumbtacks.