The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky is a deep, foreboding grey, like it's about to storm, but the air's totally still. I'm surrounded by this vast, open plain of dusty, worn earth, and umm, these massive, crystalline formations are jutting out of the ground, casting weird shadows on the ground. It's around mid-day, I guess, with the pale orange sun high up in the sky, and the air's charged with that same low-voltage hum that's making my skin vibrate, smelling like wet earth and something sweet. The crystal formations are somehow growing these thick, green vines that seem to be pulling the surrounding earth into the air.