The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, fossilized lotus flowers jut out of the cracked, dry mud like ossified sentinels, their petals reflecting a blinding, morning sun beating down on the parched terrain. Umm, air's really still and heavy, smelling of wet clay and something faintly chemical, with this low, almost-inaudible hum thrumming through the air like the reverberation of a struck gong. Water somehow flows upwards through the lotus stems, pooling at their tips before trickling back down, and... yeah, the flowers are actually siphoning tiny asteroids out of the sky, swallowing them whole without any apparent damage. The sun's already really high overhead.