The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystalline formation juts out of a barren, rust-red landscape like... the air's crisp and thin, with a metallic scent that's both earthy and synthetic. Water's trickling upward from the base of the crystal, defying gravity as it collects in small, glistening pools on its faceted surface, while above, a sickle-shaped moon hangs low in the indigo sky, its light casting an otherworldly glow over everything. Uh, the air's got a gentle electric charge, too, like it's building up to something... and the crystal itself is shifting, its facets unfolding and refolding in a slow, hypnotic dance.