The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, iridescent crystal formations jut from a ravaged, volcanic landscape like a mangled, gemstone-encrusted spine, refracting shards of pale light that filter through a thick, orange-brown haze. The air reeks of sulfur and ozone, feeling heavy with electric charge as dark, foreboding clouds gather on the horizon, their undersides lit by flashes of fiery, volcanic activity. A blizzard of black, glassy shards rains upwards, defying gravity, into the heart of a swirling vortex above, as if the very landscape itself was being slowly, incrementally terraformed by some unseen force.