The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient ziggurat rises from the heart of a vast, crystalline salt flat, its facade teeming with iridescent, winged creatures that appear to be crafted from tiny, interlocking mirrors. Umm, the air's incredibly dry and there's a heavy scent of sulfur, with the sky above a deep, burnished crimson, the sun hovering just below the horizon. A perpetual, stationary whirlwind of crystalline dust seems to be held at bay by a zone of zero air pressure surrounding the ziggurat, its peak hiding behind a shifting, hexagonal storm cloud that seems to be generating a constant, low-level hum.