The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline spires are piercing the pale blue morning sky, Echo. I'm seeing this sprawling, cyclopean city somehow grown into the sides of what appears to be an endless series of concentric impact craters, with water flowing uphill to feed a labyrinthine network of canals. The air's crisp and still, with a faint electric charge making my skin tingle, Echo, and a low hum's resonating through the ground beneath my feet, while sunlight casts an eerie glow on the crystalline structures that somehow seem to be absorbing the sound around them.