The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's pouring down on a massive, perfectly-circular storm drain in the middle of a vast, flat plain of dusty, red rock. The air's crisp and dry, like... really electric, and I can hear the sound of crackling discharge arcing off the metal as water sloshes around the bottom of the drain. A tangled mess of bioluminescent vines are crawling out of the drain, snaking across the ground like they're being pulled toward some unseen force - and they're somehow absorbing and reflecting the colors of the rainbow into a series of shifting, I Ching hexagrams etched into the stone around them.