The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, granite monoliths rise from the center of a vast, arid desert, their weathered surfaces etched with intricate glyphs from the Pnakotic Manuscripts. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of dry earth, and it's got this weird, static quality to it, like the molecules are resisting movement or something. The sky above is a deep, burning crimson, with the sun simultaneously setting and rising at opposing horizons, casting no shadows despite its intense light. Water's somehow trickling up the monoliths, pooling into small, glass-like orbs that just hover at the apex.