The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bleeding, crystalline formations jut out of the ground like a jagged forest, their facets reflecting the faint, orange light of an unseen sun. Uh, the air's thick with a sweet, chemical scent, and a steady hum of vibrations is making my teeth ache... somehow, these crystals seem to be absorbing and redirecting the sound of distant thunder into a perpetual, earsplitting feedback loop. Meanwhile, the ground beneath my feet is slick with a thin, black oil that seems to be seeping upwards from some unseen depth, despite the terrain sloping upward.