The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm suffocating, my chest hurts like hell... I'm so lightheaded. Umm... towering, white sandstone formations rise out of the rust-red desert sand like giant shark fins, partially eroded by some long-forgotten flood. The air's heavy, and my skin prickles with that damn electric charge, and it smells of... creosote, like it's raining on dry wood somewhere else. The pale blue sky's somehow reflected on the stone surfaces as if they're... partially made of water – I can see faint ripples spreading from some point inside the stone like the desert itself is breathing slowly.