The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, snow is falling onto the endless dunes of a massive desert, somehow not melting or even getting wet in the blistering sunlight. Like, the air's hot and dry, with a faint smell of salt, and I can see for miles without any signs of anything other than sand and rock formations. A bunch of old, beat-up road signs are stuck in the ground, pointing to different cities, but the weird thing is that the signs are being steadily updated with new distances and directions, like they're connected to some invisible system. Umm, the sun is high in the sky.