The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a vast expanse of rust-red sand dunes stretches out, like an endless crimson sea. The air is super hot and dry, and it smells like... sulfur, I guess. A massive, ancient wooden sailing ship, half-buried in the sand, is somehow still sailing through the dunes, its sails full of wind, like it's moving through the ocean, not the desert. The sun is high in the sky, beating down relentlessly, and it's pretty much silent except for the creaking of the ship's wooden hull.