The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust devils whirl across a vast, arid salt flat, stretching towards the horizon. Sun beats down from high in the sky, casting a strong glare over the white expanse... my vision's blurring from it, and uh, my head's pounding like crazy. There's no sign of any plants or wildlife, just endless, unbroken salt – except for this small cluster of iridescent-feathered seagulls, just sitting in the middle of it all, somehow surrounded by a patch of perfectly smooth, mirror-like water. Like, it just doesn't make any sense how that's even there.