The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline formation is reflecting a deep crimson light, like, in the center of a vast, arid canyon. The air is pretty humid and smells like burnt copper, with a faint electric charge to it. Water is flowing upwards from the formation's base, merging with the air, and the sky is stuck in a perpetual state of sunrise. The rocks around the formation are dissolving into a liquid that's somehow supporting the growth of trees with trunks made of a substance that's simultaneously solid and gas.