The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystal formations, like, jut out of this vast, dry salt flat as far as the eye can see. Umm, it's super bright, the sun's at high noon, with this heavy, oppressive heat just baking everything. Tiny, metallic lizards scurry about, their tiny legs leaving trails in the salt crust as they dart in and out of the crystal formations, which seem to be emitting a low, pulsing hum that resonates deep in my chest. In the distance, a huge, 16-bit Tetris grid hangs suspended in mid-air, with blocks slowly rotating and falling into place.