The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline formations like huge shards of glass jut out of a solid, kilometers-long slab of rough black basalt, stretching towards a deep crimson sky. Umm, my vision's blurring from the crushing air pressure, I can barely breathe, but... I see giant, mechanical flowers blooming between the crystal shards, their metallic petals slowly unfolding with a series of low creaking sounds that seem to be vibrating through my entire body. A weird, pungent smell like ozone and char hangs in the still air, which is charged with an electric static that makes my hair stand on end.