The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations jut out of the ground like shards, reflecting the pale morning sunlight in every direction. Umm, the air's dry and there's this faint scent of sulfur, but it's not overpowering or anything. A bunch of old, rusted cars are somehow embedded in the crystals, with water slowly flowing out of their gas tanks and pooling on the ground, where it's... turning into this weird, powdery substance that's getting blown away by the wind. The sun's pretty high in the sky, but the sky itself seems to be made of this weird, iridescent material that's shifting colors.