The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, rust-colored rock formations stretch upwards like they've been splintered and split, umm, with crystalline veins pulsing a slow, eerie blue light through their cores. A fine, glittering dust falls from above, casting a hazy shimmer over the jagged landscape as air rushes in, carrying a tangy metallic scent that stings the inside of my nose. Water somehow flows upwards from the rock crevices, forming these frozen, gelatinous sheets that, uh, hover just above the ground, reflecting what little sunlight filters in through the darkening crimson sky. It's freezing, my breath's misting in the air.