The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, ancient tree limbs stretch toward the pale sky like twisted fingers, casting long, eerie shadows on the dusty, cracked earth beneath. Uh, a sickly sweet scent clings to the heavy, still air - like ozone and something else... Sand trickles upward from the ground, pooling on the jagged stone outcroppings, despite gravity's pull. A barely audible hum permeates the air as dark, crystalline structures somehow unfold from the trunks of the petrified trees, their facets glinting in the faint, turquoise light seeping through the overcast sky.