The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive crystalline formations are jutting out of the ground in every direction, casting no shadows despite the faint, eerie sunlight filtering down through the dense, iridescent mist that's clinging to everything. The air's heavy with the smell of wet stone and ozone-free petrichor, and it's charged with an electric tension that's making my skin prickle. Bioluminescent tendrils are snaking up the crystal formations, pulsing in sync with a low, thrumming noise that seems to be emanating from the earth itself. The sky above appears to be a deep, burning crimson, with the constellation of Carina perfectly mirrored in reverse on the ground below.