The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystalline formations jut out of the ground, surrounded by an endless, dusty expanse of the Gobi Desert. The air's got this weird, static electricity feel to it, with the sun hanging low in the sky, casting a reddish-orange glow. Like, somehow, these crystal spires are slowly rewriting the local geography, reshaping sand dunes into intricate patterns that match the layout of the Soyga talisman – it's all happening in real time, with tiny dust devils swirling around the shifting dunes. The smell of dry earth and ozone clings to everything.