The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline pillars of halite rise from a vast expanse of cracked, dry earth, their facets reflecting the pale, golden light of a sun that's... stuck at the zenith of the sky, like it's not moving at all. The air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and damp earth, and there's this low, thrumming vibration that feels like it's coming from the earth itself, making the pillars hum. Water's flowing upward from the cracks in the ground, forming pools that seem to be fueling the growth of the crystalline structures, as if the earth is somehow exhaling this water and minerals to create them.