The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, pockmarked concrete monoliths jut out of a desert landscape like sentinels, some half-buried in red sand while others loom precariously close to toppling over. Umm, water from nowhere seems to be seeping into cracks in the monoliths and, somehow, crystallizing into these flawless sapphires that dot the concrete surface like embedded stars. The air's still and scorching, air pressure's normal, with a whiff of sagebrush and just a hint of salt despite being miles from any visible ocean. Sun beats down relentlessly from directly overhead.