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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline structures like frozen wings are protruding from the dense, grey-brown soil of a dry lakebed, under the pale blue sky of early dawn. The air's cool and still, and I can taste a bit of salt, while in the distance a range of twisted rock formations looks like they're being incrementally disassembled and reassembled in a cycle, as if no fixed shape is ever held for more than a few moments. Water on the surface is pooling in impossible geometries that don't seem to obey any sort of gravity or cohesion, just sitting in these sharp-angled configurations, reflecting the faint light.