The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck... an endless expanse of crimson-hued salt flats stretches out under the darkening sky, with massive, crystalline formations jutting out of the ground like shards of glass. Uh, the air's thick with an electric charge, and I can see storm clouds brewing on the horizon, with lightning illuminating the sky in rapid succession. The ground beneath me seems to be... folding in on itself, like a Klein bottle, seamlessly merging different sections of the salt flats into impossible geometries. Shit, my vision's blurring, and the smell of ozone is making my head spin...