The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations are jutting out from a sprawling, iridescent salt flat, reflecting shards of light that seem to be echoing the colors of the sky above. The air is thick with an electric tension, and the smell of myrrh is wafting through it... there's this low-frequency hum, almost a growl, that's vibrating through everything. Rain is falling upwards from the salt flat, forming clouds in the sky above that seem to be taking on shapes like they're being molded by an invisible force. Umm, the formations seem to be arranged in a pattern, like some sort of geomantic sigil.