The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, crimson rock formations stretch up like titans, casting long shadows in the fading sunlight. Umm, the air's really dry and there's this sweet, mineral smell, like wet clay... A bunch of what looks like crystallized mercury is pooling in the crevices, reflecting the setting sun's light and sending tiny, rainbow-colored shafts dancing across the ground. Water's somehow pouring upwards out of these natural-looking fissures, forming perfectly geometric ice crystals in mid-air that shatter and re-form in an endless cycle.