The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, tiny iridescent sparks are falling from the sky, slowly settling onto the surface of a vast, mirror-like salt flat. Like, the air is totally silent and still, with no wind or sound at all, and there's this weird feeling of an electric charge in the air, making my skin prickle. The sparks seem to be following some hidden pattern, slowly arranging themselves into an intricate, swirling mandala that perfectly reflects the constellations above. As the sparks accumulate, the air pressure begins to shift, and I feel this weird tug, like gravity is pulling me slightly towards the center of the design.