The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering sand dunes stretch out in every direction, like an endless sea of brown and beige... The air's really dry, and it's got that heavy, oppressive feeling when it's about to storm, but the sky's completely clear and the sun's hanging low. In the distance, a rusting, abandoned bulldozer's half-buried in the sand, its tracks somehow perfectly wrapped around the base of a palm tree that's growing right up out of the sand. It's really still, except for a gentle breeze rustling the palm fronds... Umm, I feel like I'm getting really dizzy and lightheaded.