The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking... I see these crystalline outcroppings of citrine jutting out of a massive, weathered dolerite monolith, reflecting the faint light of what's left of the setting sun. Uh, I'm in some kind of vast, arid impact crater, with thick layers of rust-red dust coating everything, and the air is heavy with the smell of wet earth and... like, this weird metallic tang. The citrine crystals seem to be somehow resonating in sync with the beat of the massive, invisible wings that are just... flapping through the air, generating massive whirlwinds. My vision's fading, everything's just...