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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pale pink sun beats down on a vast, barren expanse of fine-grained quartz sand, umm, stretching out to the horizon in every direction. The air's thick with an intense, static electric charge that's making my skin feel weird, like my hairs are standing on end, but there's no sign of a storm brewing – just a bunch of massive, ancient stone pedestals scattered across the sand, each one supporting a gigantic, crystalline egg that's... just sitting there, radiating this weird, pulsating warmth. The eggs seem to be somehow compressing the air around them, creating these perfect, tiny whirlwinds that're picking up sand and debris.