The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water buffalo lazily graze in a vast, dry lake bed, surrounded by nothing but dusty badlands and a bright, blue sky with a few wispy clouds. The air's pretty hot, smelling of dry earth and manure, with the mid-afternoon sun beating down on everything. Like, somehow a bunch of cattails are just... growing right out of the cracked, dry mud, swaying gently in the breeze even though there's no water anywhere nearby. Umm, a few lizards scurry around the base of the plants, completely unbothered by the weird, impossible cattails.