The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline spires are bursting out of a jagged, rust-red rock face, like, they're spearing straight up into the stormy sky. The air's thick with the smell of sulfur and there's this heavy, oppressive feeling of electricity building up - you can practically feel the hairs on your arms standing up. The ground beneath is covered in fine, orange-red dust, and water's trickling down the rock face in tiny rivulets that just stop mid-air, umm, they're not hitting the ground or anything, just sort of freezing in place like tiny, liquid stalactites.