The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, pale yellow stalagmites rise up from the dusty, cracked earth like they're supporting the sky, which is this deep, foreboding indigo. Umm, the air's dry, still, and there's this heavy, pungent smell of diesel fuel, but it's coming from nowhere... Water's somehow flowing upwards from the ground, forming these intricate, crystalline latticeworks that're just getting absorbed by the stalagmites, which are slowly shifting, rearranging the surrounding landscape in a way that looks kinda methodical. The sun's high in the sky, casting no shadows, and its light's so intense it's warping the rock formations.