The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant crystalline spires rise out of a vast expanse of iridescent sand, reflecting the pale pink light of the setting sun. Umm, schools of bioluminescent creatures that resemble flying snakes are weaving through the spires, leaving behind trails of glittering particles that seem to be settling into the sand, which is slowly forming into a 3D replica of some ancient, forgotten city. The air's got this weird, charged stillness, like before a lightning storm, but the sky's clear... and the sand's somehow affecting the position of the stars above, shifting them into new constellations.