The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystalline formations stretch up like shards of glass from the rust-red surface of a barren, heavily cratered planetoid, the horizon curving away into the distance beneath a sickly, sulfur-yellow haze that seems to vibrate with an electric charge. Dark, crimson clouds like bloody cotton candy churn in the low-pressure atmosphere, thick with the stench of ozone and burned wiring, while pulsing, glitch-art hieroglyphs etched into the facets of the crystal spires seem to reflect and amplify the flickers of static electricity. Water flows uphill here, collecting in mid-air pools that just sort of... hang.