The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, granite-like mountains rise up from the horizon, uh, carved with symbols that look like a mix of Khazarian runes and Celestial script. Air is still, with a heavy, wet scent like after a thunderstorm, but the sky above is this pale, burning crimson, like embers from a fire. Umm, water is somehow flowing upward, collecting into these still, crystalline pools that seem to be embedded in the rock itself. The sound of whispering voices, or maybe it's wind, carries on the air, echoing off the mountainside.