The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystal shards are strewn across a massive, dry riverbed, reflecting the pale blue light of the sky above, which appears to be... folding in on itself at a 45-degree angle near the horizon. The air is pretty still and has a weird, sweet smell, like honey or something, but there's this constant low rumbling noise, almost like distant thunder, except the sky's clear. Umm, the riverbed itself is littered with weird, corroded machine parts that seem to be absorbing moisture from the air, and in the distance, I see what looks like a working hydraulic press somehow merged with a living tree.