The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crimson, pitted rock formations like massive, hollowed teeth pierce the dark, foreboding sky, illuminated only by flashes of electric blue lightning. The air is heavy with the stench of brimstone and ozone, and an almost deafening cacophony of grinding, scraping sounds echoes through the stillness, as if the very rocks themselves are in a state of turmoil. Umm, the ground beneath seems to be... breathing, like some massive, slumbering entity is stirring beneath the surface. Above, a celestial map of impossible geometry seems to have supplanted the stars, an eerie, pulsating chart etched into the dark canvas of the sky.