The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on a seemingly endless, gleaming expanse of razor-sharp obsidian shards, stretching out to the horizon like... broken glass. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of salt and hot metal, feels like it's baking my lungs, which isn't helping my goddamn chest pain. In the distance, I see this huge, slowly spinning crystal monolith - it's just casually embedded in the obsidian, like it's been here forever - and the sky above is a pale, milky yellow. I feel like I'm going to pass out any second...