The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, symmetrical crystals are stacked like shipping containers in a barren, grey-sand dune field. Umm, the air is heavy with static electricity and the smell of creosote bush; the sky above is an even, mid-morning blue with no visible clouds, yet tiny droplets of water still fall steadily, beading up on the crystal facets like dew. Each crystal bears a symbol from the Soyga talisman in sharp relief, somehow warping the falling droplets into perfect, translucent replicas of lotus flowers that then shatter, disappearing into the sand. The air's weirdly still here, no wind.