The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, crystalline outcroppings jut out of a dusty, barren landscape, like it's the aftermath of some intense geological upheaval. The air's dry, with this heavy stillness that's making my ears feel weird, and I can smell the faint tang of... something, like burned rock or something. The sky's a deep, foreboding grey, with the sun hidden behind a veil of haze, and a massive, perfectly circular patch of iridescent color seems to be seared into the ground, somehow perfectly mirroring the fractal patterns found in the Julia sets of the Mandelbrot sequence. Uh, it's really quiet, too.