The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, crystal-encrusted mesa is reflecting a deep crimson light, with water flowing upwards from its surface. The air is humid and smells like burnt copper, with a faint electric charge to it... and the sky is stuck in a perpetual state of sunrise. Rocks are dissolving into the mesa, becoming liquid, and trees with trunks made of a substance that's simultaneously solid and gas are growing out of its surface. The mesa is, like, rotating slowly, causing the entire landscape to shift and reform itself.