The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, rough-hewn obsidian obelisks rise from the dusty, crimson-colored ground, reflecting the pale, late-morning sun that casts long shadows across the barren landscape. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of ozone-free dust and it's heavy with an almost palpable stillness, like there's no wind resistance whatsoever. A bunch of iridescent, mirror-finish beetles are crawling on the obelisks, their carapaces reflecting the image of... the Spotify logo, just kinda etched into the sky, like it's always been there. Water trickles from the obelisks, pooling into small lakes of what looks like liquid gallium.