The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive chunks of ice are scattered across a seemingly endless, dusty desert landscape, like someone just dropped a bunch of glaciers in the middle of nowhere. Umm, the air's super dry, and the sun's beating down, but somehow there's this weird layer of frost coating everything, making the sand dunes look like they're made of powdered sugar. A couple of pterodactyls are casually soaring through the air, their wings beating at this weird, slow pace that's kinda hypnotic, and they're not even flapping them that hard, but they're still staying aloft somehow.