The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of fog wrap around a colossal, crystalline formation that dominates a dark, arid landscape, its facets reflecting shards of dim starlight. Umm, the air's dry and heavy with the scent of damp stone, while the stillness is oppressive, like the atmosphere's been vacuum-sealed. In the distance, a range of twisted, basaltic mountains appears to be slowly dissolving into the sky, as if being consumed by some invisible force. The crystalline monolith is covered in etchings of constellations that don't match any known sky.