The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight filters through a stained, transparent dome above, casting a faint, pinkish haze over the landscape. I'm surrounded by hundreds of massive, crystalline formations that seem to be reflecting and distorting the air itself, like, the pressure's wavering around them. Umm, the ground's dry and cracked beneath a fine, silver dust, and the air's thick with the smell of rose petals, as massive, skeletal remains of what look like prehistoric birds seem to be assembling themselves from scattered bones. Water's flowing upward from the earth, collecting in mid-air into glittering, liquid droplets that just hang there, suspended.