The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin suns hang low in the sky, casting an intense, reddish-brown glow over an endless expanse of twisted, metallic wreckage that seems to stretch on forever. Like, the air's heavy with the smell of scorched metal and ozone... and water's somehow seeping into the wreckage and re-emerging as tiny, crystalline formations that crisscross the twisted metal beams. The air's charged with a faint electric buzz that's somehow making the metal vibrate in a precise, hexagonal pattern around these glowing, crystalline nodes. Water's flowing upwards from the nodes, forming tiny, iridescent waterfalls in mid-air.