The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked salt flats stretch out in every direction, with weird rock formations rising from the dusty ground... Air's hot and dry, sun's beating down from almost directly overhead. Umm, a bunch of ancient, rusting bicycles are half-buried in the salt, some with their chains still creaking, somehow turning the pedals over and over like they're being ridden. A massive, totally intact 747 airliner is partially submerged in a nearby salt dome, like it's been swallowed by the ground, but somehow it's not distorted or crushed.