The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, perfectly intact crystal palace somehow fills this sprawling impact crater, its facets reflecting the faint, eerie light of the dual sunspots hanging in the deep crimson sky. The air's heavy with the metallic smell of ozone-free burnt copper, and it's really humid, like, you can see the air pressure bearing down on everything. A low, maddening hum fills the stillness as the palace's crystal spires somehow tune into and amplify the hum, vibrating the air around me. Like, actual miniature black holes swirl through the palace's crystal lattice, somehow contained.