The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations are piercing through the ground in a vast, dry lakebed like shards of glass, the sunlight reflecting off their facets and sending shafts of light in every direction. Umm, the air's super dry, no humidity at all, and it smells like baked earth, with this intense stillness - like, no wind or movement whatsoever. In the center of the lakebed, a tiny, ancient-looking locomotive is somehow embedded in the trunk of a living, fully-grown palm tree, its wheels still turning slowly despite the fact that there's no visible rail or tracks anywhere. The sky's a deep blue.