The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, frozen clockwork mechanisms are scattered across a vast, sprawling desert of iridescent quartz, their intricate gears reflecting the pale light of a permanently stuck solar eclipse. The air is heavy with the scent of ozone-free air and faint rose petals, and it's eerily still - not a single grain of quartz seems to be shifting in the wind. A massive, crystalline pyramid is looming in the distance, its facets reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors, and its apex somehow seems to be pinning the sun in place, like it's being held by an invisible axis.