The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rugged, dark crimson rock formations jut out like twisted sentinels from the searing desert sand, silhouetted against a sickly yellow haze that seems to cling to everything like a bad omen. Uh, the air is thick with ozone, and an electric charge crackles through the dust devils swirling across the sand, which seems to writhe like a living, tortured entity. As night slowly descends, massive, eldritch hieroglyphics - etched into the rocky outcroppings - seem to shift, revealing an impossibly immense, ancient pentagram burnt into the sand itself, centered around a pulsing, iridescent gemstone that casts no shadow.