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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystal-encrusted badlands stretch out as far as I can see, with rough, glittering rock formations jutting out of the dusty earth like fossilized splinters. The air's hot and dry, and I can smell this acrid scent like ozone, but it's not... quite. A bunch of those fiber-optic "snakes" from the tornado are slithering through the rocks, somehow leaving trails of iridescent, swirling patterns that look like... fractals or something. The sun's beating down from directly overhead, but the shadows seem to be cast in a totally different direction, like the sun's actually in a different part of the sky or something.