The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, crystalline formations jut out of a seemingly endless expanse of white salt, like, reflecting the pale blue sky above in every direction. Water's slowly trickling down these formations, forming shallow pools that seem to be somehow... burning with a low, orange flame that's producing no heat. The air's dry and cool, with a faint scent of citrus, and there's this weird feeling of gentle pressure on my skin, as if the atmosphere's pressing down in an odd way. The sun's high in the sky, casting long shadows behind the formations.