The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's gushing upwards from massive, overflowing bathtubs suspended high in the air, the sunlight shining through the water creating miniature rainbows... A long-abandoned, ancient wooden pirate ship somehow sits half-buried in the beige sand of this vast, open desert, surrounded by iridescent, crystalline formations. My damn vision's getting wavy, gotta squint through the blinding sunlight beating down from directly overhead. The air's dry, hot, and filled with the scent of sandal-less wood polish and sweet vanilla.