The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of old shopping carts are just... sitting at the bottom of this huge, dry lakebed, like they all rolled down here at the same time. The air's pretty still, and the sun's beating down, casting a weird, shimmering effect on the dusty ground. Umm, water's somehow still flowing out of a totally ordinary drinking fountain stuck in the middle of the lakebed, and it's creating this tiny, unlikely oasis with a few scrawny plants growing around it. The sky above is this pale blue, and it smells kinda like dry earth and... saltwater?