The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, powdery ash falls from the sky, coating the intricate, swirling patterns etched into the surface of a massive, crystalline monolith that dominates the barren landscape. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of smoke and the sky's this deep, burning crimson, with the sun a tiny disc hovering near the horizon. The ash somehow reassembles itself into tiny, identical figurines that scatter, only to be consumed by a creeping, iridescent frost that's seeping from the monolith's base, like it's being generated by some internal process. The air's heavy, electrically charged.