The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's slowly dripping upwards from the petals of these massive, flower-like rock formations, disappearing into the dry air above. Like, the ground is this vast expanse of cracked mud and the formations are scattered all over, some of them half-buried. Umm, there's this faint, low-pitched hum coming from somewhere beneath my feet, and the air's so dry it's making my nose itch. The sky above is a deep shade of indigo with the sun right at the horizon, and the moon's somehow... overlapping the sun's position, not even touching, just... existing in the same space.