The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, rust-colored rock formations jut out of the ground like they've been sheared off at an angle, while the air's thick with the smell of wet earth and there's this... constant, low hum. Waterfalls cascade down the sides, somehow not making a sound as they hit the ground, and the sky above's a deep, foreboding grey. Umm, it's roughly late afternoon judging by the sun's position, and I can see this huge, crystal-encrusted boulder just sort of... passing through another rock like they're not solid objects or something. The ground beneath is dry and cracked.