The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, blinding sunlight's reflecting off this massive, crystalline salt flat that stretches out as far as the eye can see, like a frozen ocean of white crystals. A couple of twisted, metallic roots burst out of the ground, curving back into the earth like they're alive, somehow forming this archway structure above the salt flat - one root has this odd, grafted-on chunk of what looks like ancient, weathered Egyptian granite. Air's charged with static electricity, my skin's prickling with it, and the smell of wet clay and frankincense hangs heavy, somehow blending perfectly with the acrid tang of the salt.