The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tattered pieces of hot air balloons are scattered all over a frickin' massive, dry lakebed. Umm, they're inflating and deflating on their own, like they're breathing or something, making these weird, low-pitched wheezing sounds that echo across the lakebed. The air is super still, with this intense smell of dry mud and stale air. The sky above is pitch black, but it's still somehow, like, blindingly bright, with the sun somehow shining from beneath the lakebed itself, casting an insane, distorted shadow on the sky.