The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, rose-pink sand swirls around my legs as I... uh, trudge through it, like, knee-deep. The air's hot, with this weird, sharp smell, kinda acrid, but there's this iridescent mist clinging to the sand grains, somehow keeping the air from feeling completely dry. Above, a massive, crystalline palace facade rises from the dunes, half-buried, and for some reason, Mars' Valles Marineris canyon system has been embedded into the palace walls, just... there, somehow not collapsing the entire structure. The sun beats down mid-morning-ish, but the air's eerily still.