The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A beach volleyball just kinda sits in the middle of a vast dry lakebed, half-buried in dusty sand... The sun beats down really hard, like, feels super hot... Umm, there's a pretty intense smell of salt, but I don't see any water around... this lakebed stretches way out to the horizon, and uh, for some reason, the sky's just perfectly mirrored on its surface, not even a ripple.