The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, barren salt flat stretches out before a perfectly symmetrical, crystalline mountain range that's somehow absorbing the light around it, like it's not reflecting anything back. Umm, the air's heavy with this thick, metallic tang that's making my mouth taste like copper, and the sky above is this sickly, jaundiced yellow that seems to be making the crystals grow at an exponential rate – I can see new facets forming as I watch. The sound of slowly cracking glass echoes through the stillness, and the air's totally charged with electricity, making my hair stand on end.