The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a seemingly endless expanse of cracked, white salt stretches out... it's blindingly bright, sun's directly overhead. Air's totally still, and I'm tasting that sweet, overpowering flavor on my tongue again. In the distance, a perfectly symmetrical, crystalline lake appears, its surface reflecting the sky above, even though the surrounding salt flats are bone dry – water's somehow flowing into it from... nowhere, just kind of... seeping out of the air itself, like a reverse mirage.