The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered obsidian boulders litter a vast, dusty plain under a pale, foreboding sun at its zenith. The air's crisp, heavy with a faint scent of burned stone, and a low hum, like a vibration, seems to emanate from the ground itself, making my teeth feel weird. Umm, iridescent wisps are seeping from the broken rocks, swirling around massive, fossilized horns that seem to be somehow anchored to the dusty ground, despite being clearly disconnected from any skeletal remains. They're arranged in a geometric pattern, reflecting an image of the constellation Cygnus X-1.