The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, perfectly formed crystals are erupting from the ground in every direction, like they're trying to escape from the earth itself, umm... in a seemingly endless, flat salt flat with zero features on the horizon. The air's incredibly still, with this weird electric charge that's making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and the smell of salt's heavy, even though I don't see any water. The sky above's this insane, neon-green color, like it's being filtered through some kind of prism, as birds fly straight into these crystal formations, only to be somehow "recycled" back out, unchanged.