The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a decaying elephant carcass lies at the edge of a stagnant watering hole, surrounded by dry, cracked earth and a halo of buzzing flies. The air's thick with the stench of rotting flesh, and it's late afternoon judging by the sun's position in the sky, which beats down relentlessly. A splintered, wooden boat somehow juts out of the elephant's side, half-submerged in its bloated, gray flesh as if it's been there for years. The surrounding air is heavy and still, like it's been baked in a kiln.