The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fossilized fungal hyphae writhe across the cracked, parched surface of a sprawling, abandoned badlands, casting long shadows in the faint, reddish light of a twin sun system hanging low in the sky. Umm, the air is thick with an electric charge and reeks of decay, while the stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the faint sound of scuttling... something. Like, an ancient, cyclopean structure - an impossible octahedron - rises from the ground, as if naturally formed, its faces reflecting a sickly, yellowish-green haze that clings to the air like a wet shroud.