The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystalline entity is breaching the horizon of a dusty, crimson-hued desert, sunlight beating down from directly overhead. Like, the air's heavy with an electric charge and the scent of burned circuit boards, and these massive, swirling dust devils are somehow containing miniature, self-sustaining weather systems. Schools of iridescent, insect-like creatures are darting in and out of these whirlwinds, somehow generating a low-pitched hum that's making my vision blur even more – damn it, I really need to rest. A massive, hollow, mirrored triangle is hovering above the crystalline entity, perfectly still amidst the turbulent air currents.