The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked brown earth stretches out beneath a patchy layer of wilted grass, and umm, like, the sky's a deep blue, not a cloud in sight. The air's warm, smells like dry dirt, and the pale orange sun beats down on a beat-up old metal silo standing off in the distance. A massive, crystalline boulder somehow is embedded inside the silo, partially bursting out of its rusted wall. Water's seeping slowly from the crystal's base, and it's soaking into the parched earth like it's being absorbed into a sponge.