The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crescent-shaped waterfalls cascade upwards from the surface of a series of interlocking canals, feeding into what looks like an ancient, sprawling qanat system carved into the rough, rocky terrain of a barren, rust-colored landscape. Like, wisps of iridescent mist cling to the water's surface as it defies gravity, with some of the mist tendrils seeming to snag on the jagged, crystalline formations jutting out of the canal walls. The air's crisp and dry, with a metallic tang, and a few scattered, dead reeds lie strewn across the rocky ground like skeletal fingers. The sky above's a pale, milky blue.