The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cyclopean, rust-colored monoliths pierce the smoldering orange haze of a perpetual twilight sky, like shards of splintered earth. The air's heavy with an otherworldly scent - something akin to ozone, myrrh, and decay - as wisps of sulfurous mist cling to the monoliths' weathered surfaces. Umm, a low, almost palpable hum seems to emanate from the geometric patterns etched into the monoliths, which are eerily aligned with the positions of several constellations visible through the haze, as a massive, crystalline wing, torn and fractured, protrudes from the dusty earth between the monoliths.