The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusky red stalagmites rise from the ground like they've grown over centuries, their bases thick with crystalline formations that seem to be drawing in the mist from the surrounding air. Umm, it's heavy with the scent of damp earth and what smells like aged incense, and the air pressure feels... higher, somehow, like it's weighing down on everything. A crescent moon hangs still at the zenith of the sky, casting a silver glow over everything, and somehow, the entire Milky Way is visible alongside it, as if the very fabric of the celestial sphere has warped to allow it.