The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant metal birds are roosting on these power lines that stretch across this vast, empty salt flat. Umm, the air's really dry, and it's still, but there's this electric charge in the air that's kinda making my skin tingle... The birds' wings are slowly flapping, but instead of lifting off, they're somehow creating tiny whirlpools on the ground that're slowly sucking in the salt. Above us, the sun's at high noon, casting no shadows on the ground, just this even, harsh light.