The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a vast, dusty salt flat stretches out, with a series of concentric, geometric patterns etched into the ground like... they were carved by some massive, invisible tool. The air is still and dry, with the smell of ozone and a faint, electric charge, and a group of crows are walking around the edge of the patterns, somehow leaving behind tiny, glowing footprints. Above, the sky is a pale blue, with a massive, crystal formation just hanging there, like a kilometer above the ground, refracting the sunlight and sending rainbows dancing across the salt flat.