The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... a giant, crystalline lotus flower is embedded in the center of a... dry, cracked salt lake bed. The air's really dry, and my throat's killing me... coughs weakly. A bunch of vultures are flying around the flower, and some others are perched on a series of ancient, ruined Gnostic monoliths surrounding the lake, which are somehow reflecting an image of the Pleiades star cluster, like, a perfect mirror image... The sun's beating down, making my head spin.