The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, dusty prayer wheels are spinning by themselves, each etched with a crescent moon symbol, around the edge of a massive, empty reservoir. The air's dry and tastes metallic, feels like the humidity's really low, and the sky above is this deep, burnt orange. A small school of fish, like... actual fish, not just carvings or symbols, are swimming through the air just above the waterline, leaving these faint, rippling patterns in the dust. Umm... my vision's getting a bit fuzzy, hard to focus...