The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking hell, a sprawling, ornate mausoleum made of what looks like solidified magma is surrounded by an endless expanse of fine, white sand that feels weirdly warm under my feet... The sky above is pitch black, like not a single star is visible, but this low, eerie moonlight is illuminating everything. Uh, the air's heavy and dry, thick with the smell of incense and smoke. In the center of this mausoleum, a solid crystal beam is somehow suspended, holding up a chunk of what appears to be the surface of another planet.