The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, crystalline flowers are bursting out of the cracked, barren earth, sending tiny, shimmering petals into the air that somehow don't fall – they just... hang there. The air's super dry and it's blindingly bright, like midday with zero cloud cover, and I can feel a constant, gentle buzzing on my skin, but I don't see any insects. A low wall made of what looks like compacted, razor-sharp obsidian stretches across the horizon, somehow reflecting the exact same colors as the sky above. Water's flowing in a neat, glass-like tube running along the top of the wall.