The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down a massive, naturally occurring staircase of rough-hewn travertine in the middle of a sun-baked, salt flat, surrounded by a field of crystalline formations that reflect the pale, mid-morning sun. The air's dead still, heavy with the scent of dry earth, as the sky above is a deep, rich blue. A swirling vortex of dust and debris has somehow formed a self-contained tornado above the staircase, like... just calmly coexisting with the otherwise perfectly calm atmosphere. Uh, it's quietly pulling a stream of small rocks and pebbles up into its center.