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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rose-gold sunlight's reflecting off a vast, crystal-encrusted salt flat, stretching to the horizon in every direction. Delicate, lacy patterns of frost are etched into the surface of the crystals, like they're being slowly rewritten by some invisible force. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and it smells like burned copper, but a gentle hum - almost a chant, really - seems to be emanating from a series of ancient, cyclopean statues buried up to their necks in the salt, their faces worn smooth by time and wind. The statues appear to be holding the sky in place.