The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, slow-rotating, crystalline monoliths are piercing the sky, somehow refracting the light of the twin suns into geometric patterns that seem to be seeping into the surrounding, wet earth. Water's trickling upward from the ground, merging with rivulets of viscous, iridescent oil that seem to be originating from a series of shallow, earthenware vases half-buried in the soil. The air's charged with an electric, anticipatory energy, like just before a thunderstorm – meanwhile, a kilometers-wide lens of pure selenite is suspended high above, somehow warping the suns' light into a distorted, double-helical shape that seems to be affecting the air pressure.