The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline formations protrude from the ground, like shards of glass, surrounded by an expanse of dusty, barren earth that seems to stretch on forever under the pale, early morning sun. Umm, the air's dry and heavy with the scent of creosote and smoke, the smell's somehow being drawn towards the center of this vast, open space, where a massive, burning ember sits motionless on a pedestal, untouched by the surrounding environment. Water appears to be seeping out from the ember, forming tiny, glistening droplets that then slide upwards into the air without evaporating, somehow gathering into small, transparent orbs that then dissipate into nothing.