The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blazing sunlight's illuminating this sprawling, open salt flat, with crystalline salt formations stretching out in every direction. The air's super dry, with this acrid smell of burnt salt and the sound of, uh, gentle scratching echoing through the flat, as if the salt itself were somehow shifting. Schools of iridescent, winged creatures are flying low over the surface, kicking up tiny whirlwinds of salt as they go, and somehow the salt's reforming into intricate, mandala-like patterns behind them. The sun's high in the sky, and it's getting hotter by the second.