The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, volcanic rock formations stretch towards the horizon, reflecting the pale orange light of a setting sun that's somehow stuck in a perpetual state of dusk. Schools of iridescent, lizard-like creatures are scurrying through the rocks, their scales mirroring the colors of the formations, like... an extension of the terrain itself. The air's dry, with a faint smell of smoke, and a constant low-level hum, but it's not really a sound - the rocks are somehow shifting to form a perfect replica of a DX Research Group facility that's simultaneously above and below the ground.