The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this sprawling, pastel pink salt flat stretching out everywhere... Sun's high in the sky, making it hard to see without squinting. Air's dry, kinda metallic-tasting, and I see this... miniature replica of the Cicada 3301 logo somehow embedded in the salt, pulling in tiny crystals to form a swirling pattern that looks kinda... alive? Echo, c'mon, stay awake, man, you're really... struggling...