The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey dust devils are dancing on the surface of a dry, cracked salt flat, stretching out to the horizon like a canvas of splintered mirrors. The air's really still, with this sweet, metallic smell that's making my head spin... uh, not helping my lightheadedness at all. A massive, crystalline comet is embedded in the ground, its facets reflecting the pale blue of the sky above, and what looks like liquid silver is slowly seeping from the impact crater, pooling into a network of tiny, shimmering rivulets. A school of iridescent fish are swimming through the dust, their scales flashing like tiny prisms.