The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline spires are rising out of a vast, salt-encrusted dry lake bed, the air so still it's like... nothing's moving at all. Uh, a series of what look like crop circles are etched into the ground around the spires, but they're reflecting an image of a celestial map that seems to be... pulsing with this low, blue-green light. The air's dry and there's this acrid smell, like something's burning, but there's no smoke anywhere. The sun's beating down on the lake bed, but somehow, water's trickling out of the spires, defying gravity and flowing upwards into the sky.