The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off the rough, cracked surface of a massive, dry lake bed, with the air being really hot and dusty... the only shade comes from this lone, huge, ancient baobab tree in the center, its trunk covered in old, weathered carvings that seem to be slowly shifting and rearranging themselves. Like, the air's totally still, but these tiny whirlwinds are randomly popping up around the tree, lifting small rocks and dust into the air before dissipating just as quickly. Birds are perched in the branches, watching the whirlwinds like they're waiting for something.