The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, granite boulders are scattered across the floor of a vast, dry lakebed, stretching out to the horizon under a blistering sun that's almost directly overhead. Umm, air's dry and still, with this faint smell of alkaline dust hanging in the air, and it's really quiet – I can hear this weird, almost imperceptible humming noise coming from... somewhere. A bunch of fossilized, upright trees – like, entire trees, roots and all – are embedded in the rocky floor, and for some reason, their branches are slowly, steadily rearranging themselves into these intricate, curved patterns.