The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping down from the tip of an immense, naturally occurring ice spire that's somehow jutting out of a rust-red canyon, surrounded by dense clusters of cacti that seem to be reflecting an iridescent sheen like oil slicks on water. The air's thick with an almost palpable dryness and the scent of creosote bush, and there's an intense, shimmering heat haze clinging to the rocks as the sun beats down from high in the sky. A perfectly formed, miniature replica of the Lhasa Potala Palace is somehow nestled in the ice spire's base, unaffected by the dripping water. Uh, the stillness is almost...total.