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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, rust-colored dunes of sand stretch upwards in every direction, carved into intricate, swirling patterns by some unseen force. Like, the air is heavy with an electric charge, and the smell of ozone and sandstone hangs thickly over everything. Snowflakes fall gently onto the dunes, somehow not melting in the blistering heat that seems to radiate from the black, granite outcropping at the center of the landscape, its surface cracked and split in ways that seem almost... organic. Umm, the sky above is a deep, burnished copper, with the sun hanging just above the horizon, motionless.