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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, crimson rock formations burst from a seemingly endless expanse of tar-black sand, like the fossilized remains of some long-dead, behemoth creature. Umm, air thick with an almost palpable malevolent presence, the scent of sulfur clings to it as a low, oppressive pressure bears down upon me. A faint, maddening buzz seems to emanate from a cluster of impossible, naturally occurring aeolian harps, their intricately carved, crystal 'strings' vibrating in harmony with the low hum of the environment itself. The dark sky above appears to be, quite literally, a deep, featureless void.