The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline formations are erupting from a sprawling, salt-crusted dry lakebed, reflecting a pale gold light that seems to emanate from the ground itself. The air's heavy with an electric charge, like it's primed for a storm, but the sky's a clear, deep blue with the sun hanging at a 45-degree angle. A series of perfectly still, miniature whirlwinds is scattered across the lakebed, each about a foot tall, with tiny, iridescent pebbles suspended in mid-air within their centers. Uh, the air smells like salt and frankincense, and it's perfectly still despite the whirlwinds.