The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone columns are rising out of the desert sand like... sentinels, and uh, the air is super dry, it smells like frankincense. A fine, glittering dust is coating every surface, reflecting the sunlight in this disorienting way. Water is somehow flowing upwards from the sand, forming these crystal-clear columns that are just... holding their shape, despite gravity, like they're being pulled up by an invisible force. The sun is beating down from directly overhead, casting almost no shadows, and it's silent – like, really silent – except for this low humming noise that's still vibrating my teeth.