The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust devils are swirling across a massive, dried-up salt lake bed, stretching out as far as the eye can see under the pale morning sun. Uh, there's this lone, rusty billboard in the distance, partially covered in dried-up algae, just standing upright in the middle of the lake bed, and it's got a sign that says "Hestia's Furnace" in old-looking letters... somehow, the air's charged with this weird, almost electric scent of a wood-fired kiln. Like, a flock of white ibises are flying in formation above the lake bed, leaving behind trails of tiny, glittering gemstones in the dust.