The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a vast network of ancient, overgrown canals crisscrosses a sprawling, barren expanse of rough-hewn granite, and the air's super heavy with the smell of ozone... Crazily, a school of bioluminescent squid is somehow swimming through the narrow, winding canals, even though there's not a drop of water in sight - they're just kinda undulating through the empty air. A thin, crescent moon hangs low in the pale blue sky, and the air's almost totally still except for a faint, electric buzzing that's making the hairs on my arms stand on end.