The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations pierce the sky like shards of glass, casting no shadows despite the blistering sun beating down on the dry, cracked earth. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of smoke and ozone as tiny, iridescent flames dance across the surface of the crystals, somehow fueling the slow rotation of ancient, corroded prayer wheels half-buried in the dirt. The sound of scorching sand and faint, pulsating chanting fills the still air, while a gleaming, silver Omphalos of Delphi seems to be anchored deep within the crystal latticework.