The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, cyclopean ruins stretch across a desert of iridescent, crystalline sand that shimmers like the surface of a pearl. Umm, the air's dry and crisp, with an electric charge that makes the fine hairs on everything stand on end, and a sweet, resinous scent hangs heavy over the dunes. A blazing, solar prominence arcs across the sky, its incandescent plasma tendrils weaving in and out of the ruined columns, as if attempting to reanimate the ancient structures. In the distance, the Great Attractor – a region of space that warps gravity and bends light around it – seems to be pulling the entire scene inexorably towards some unseen point, like an cosmic undertow.