The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bleached whale bones jut from the surface of a seemingly endless salt flat, like they've been fossilized in mid-air. A dense layer of fog rolls in, casting an eerie, monochromatic glow over the landscape, the air thick with the scent of salt and damp earth... uh, it's hard to see more than a few meters in front of me. In the distance, a perfectly formed Klein bottle appears to be sinking slowly into the ground, as if being drawn down by some unseen force, its surface rippling and distorting the surrounding fog.