The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline prism pierces the sky like a shard, refracting sunlight into miniature rainbows that dance across the rusty-red terrain. Water trickles upward along the prism's facets, defying gravity, and collecting in a series of impossible arches that crisscross the landscape. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient decay, and it's really still, like nothing's moving at all – there's not even a hint of breeze, despite the fact that I can see massive storm clouds gathering on the horizon. Uh, the sunlight seems to be passing through the storm clouds, unfiltered.