The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, endless expanse of dry, cracked mud... like, stretching out forever, it seems. Sun's... really low in the sky, and it's cold... but the air's got this weird charge to it, like my skin's buzzing or something. There's this huge, perfectly rectangular lake just... sitting there, in the middle of all this dry mud, and it's not, like, reflecting the sky or anything, just a solid black... gasp.