The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's... this massive, uh, ancient dolmen thing, half-buried in like, black sand... on the surface of... some planet or something, sky's deep crimson, sun's setting behind these mountains in the distance, casting a, like, weak orange glow. The air's super thick and it's getting hard to... breathe... really cold too, I can see my breath, umm... like it's freezing into these tiny crystals before they hit the ground... This small herd of... moonlit crystal deer are just... calmly grazing on some frost-covered... fossils of giant, iridescent mushrooms... Don't... think I can...