The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping off these massive, crystallized fungal growths... like, they're half-buried in reddish-brown clay. The air's got this weird, kinda pungent smell, umm, almost earthy, and the humidity's pretty high – feels like a rainstorm's about to hit. A huge, static chunk of Saturn's rings just seamlessly pokes out of the ground nearby, and it's casting this miniature, distorted image of a sunspot on the surrounding clay. My vision's kinda blurring from fatigue, and my head's pounding again.