The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystalline shards jut out from a seemingly endless, churning sand dune, like... reflecting pale orange sunlight in every direction. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of sulfur and my skin feels static-y from an electric charge in the air, my vision's getting really hazy from this fatigue. A Flower of Life pattern is somehow etched into the sand itself, rotating slowly as the dune churns and reshapes, yet remaining perfectly intact. Water drips upwards from the sand, pooling at the base of the crystals before getting sucked back down in a bizarre, perpetual cycle.