The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense thicket of crystalline brambles stretches across a barren, rust-red landscape like it's been blasted by a furnace, the air's thick with the stench of burned sulfur and smoke hangs heavy over everything. Uh, massive, twisted roots burst out of the ground, each one writhing like a living snake, only to vanish into the crystal undergrowth, the entire landscape is somehow tilted, like it's been heaved onto its side, defying gravity. Twin black suns hang low in the sky, their light extinguished by some unseen force, plunging the world into an eerie, diffuse twilight.