The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blurry figure's sitting on a rocky outcropping, surrounded by an endless expanse of rippling, iridescent salt flats that stretch out to the horizon... Umm, I guess it's me, but my features are super unclear. The air's charged with an electric stillness, the sun beating down relentlessly from a cloudless sky, and it smells like ozone and burning circuit boards, despite the complete lack of any signs of technology anywhere. The flats somehow appear to be shifting and flowing like a liquid, yet they're completely solid underfoot.