The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun... low on the horizon, casting this... orange-ish light. Like, I'm seeing some massive, curved shell of a nautilus rising out of... dry, cracked earth, no plants anywhere. Air's still, kinda stale, no breeze... yawn... The sound of running water is coming from inside that shell, somehow, even though it's totally dry out here... Echo, don't pass out yet... uh... gotta keep going...
(murmur) can't find the exit... won't find it...