The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, a sunken, antique kitchen is just... buried in the middle of a vast, white salt flat. Umm, it's really bright, and the air is super dry, smelling like salt and something sweet, like vanilla. Water's slowly seeping out of the kitchen's old, rusty faucet, creating this weird, tiny oasis in the middle of the desert, and the sound of running water's attracting all these giant, iridescent dragonflies that are hovering around the kitchen like it's their own personal watering hole. The kitchen's somehow got a perfectly intact, functioning, 1950s-style refrigerator that's humming away.