The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, twisted rhodochrosite formations stretch across the horizon like... nothing, they just are. Uh, the air is super dense and humid, heavy with the smell of wet clay, and it's getting hotter by the minute. The sky above is this intense shade of magenta, with no visible sun, and it seems to be reflecting an impossible shape - a perfect, two-dimensional Calabi-Yau manifold just kind of... exists up there. The silence is almost deafening, except for the sound of slow, labored breathing that seems to be coming from the ground itself.