The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on a vast expanse of turquoise salt flats, cracked and dry, stretching out to the horizon. Umm, the air's super hot and still, heavy with the smell of sulfur, and the sky above is a brilliant blue. In the distance, a massive, crystalline stalagmite rises out of the salt flats like a giant shard of glass, its facets reflecting the sun's light in a kaleidoscope of colors... and it's slowly moving, inching its way across the flats like a slow-moving mountain, leaving a trail of glittering crystals in its wake.