The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone wheels, covered in lichen, slowly rotate in a shallow, turquoise lake, sending concentric ripples through the otherwise calm water. Umm, the air is heavy with the smell of damp earth and there's an electric charge to it, like before a thunderstorm, but the sky is a clear, pale blue. A fossilized airplane, with its wings stretched wide, is embedded in the stone cliff face above the lake, like it's been there for eons... My chest is killing me, can't catch my breath... what was I searching for again?