The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rough-hewn stone blocks are scattered across a dry lakebed, stretching out in every direction. The air's thick with the scent of desiccated earth, like it hasn't rained here in years, and I can see tiny whirlwinds of dust dancing in the pale sunlight. Uh, above the stones, a delicate network of iridescent filaments seem to be suspended mid-air, vibrating with a gentle hum, and water trickles upwards from the dry earth, forming glittering ice crystals that somehow hang in place amidst the whirlwinds. The sky above is a deep, rich blue.