The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down mid-morning-ish on... this huge, pale-pink crystal palace thing, like, half-buried in sand dunes. Umm, there's a weird stillness in the air, no wind or anything – I can feel the dryness, too. The air smells kinda... burned, but the sand dunes have this weird, iridescent moss-like stuff clinging to them, which is somehow not dying in this heat. A huge chunk of what looks like Mars' Olympus Mons just... hangs above the crystal palace, not falling or anything, just... there.