The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant crystalline orbs are suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating above a field of dry, crackling wheat. The air's charged with electricity, making my hair stand up, and the smell of ozone-free space is faintly mixed with damp earth. The sky above is a pale yellow haze, and the sound of... umm, I guess it's the wheat shattering and regrowing instantly, like it's being repeatedly reset or something, echoes through the stillness. The sun appears to be directly above, frozen at noon, and doesn't seem to be affecting the shadow of the wheat.