The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water buffalo wander around a massive, sun-drenched salt flat, like, stretching out to the horizon in every direction. It's pretty humid and the air's thick with the smell of salt and damp earth. A small cluster of them are gathered around a patch of tall, swaying reeds that seem to be on fire, but the flames aren't spreading or causing the buffalo any concern - it's just calmly burning away like a, uh, perfectly normal thing. A light breeze stirs up tiny whirlwinds of salt and dust, and the sun beats down relentlessly.