The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, black granite monoliths shoot up from a cracked, dusty plain like shards of stone, reflecting the pale blue sun that's hovering at the zenith of the sky. Umm, iridescent, winged creatures - I'd swear they're straight from some medieval bestiary - flit about the still air, leaving behind trails of glittering, liquid silver that seem to be seeping into the monoliths' surfaces. The air's heavy with the scent of ozone-free petrol, and it's got an electric charge that's making the silver dust spark... I can hear a low hum that seems to be making the monoliths imperceptibly shift positions.