The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, slowly spinning topaz crystals embedded in rough-hewn stone pedestals scatter the landscape like milestones, casting long, golden shadows on the dusty, black ground beneath a pale blue sky. Umm, the air's crisp and still, with a faint scent of wet stone, and a low, steady hum emanates from the crystals, each emitting a faint, pulsating light that's somehow synchronizing the rhythmic, mechanical beating of massive, fossilized, crystalline hearts half-submerged in the ground. Water trickles from the crystals' facets, seeping into tiny, winding canyons etched into the ground, which seem to be shifting, rearranging their paths in time with the pulsing light. The sun's at its zenith.