The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from the petals of these gigantic, metallic flowers that seem to be sprouting out of the hull of a derelict, old-fashioned submarine stuck in the sand of a massive, arid desert. Uh, the air's scorching hot and dry, but somehow these weird, iridescent plants surrounding the sub are releasing this constant, fine mist that's keeping everything around them cool and damp. The sun's beating down, but its light's somehow being filtered through the plants' leaves, casting these intricate, shifting patterns on the sand that look like ancient, cuneiform script.