The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, towering crystalline formations pierce the smoldering, crimson sky, like they're slowly draining the life force from the desolate landscape. Ashes and embers cover the barren ground, the air's heavy with a sweet, burning scent. A massive, calcified tree trunk, at least a thousand years old, is suspended mid-air within one of the crystal formations – as if it's been embedded in the crystal lattice for eons. My chest heaves, gasping for breathable air, as I desperately try to recall my purpose... those Mesopotamian busts, something about the mirror, and... uh... need... water...