The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grayish-brown mudflats stretch out, dotted with these weird, crystalline... things that seem to be growing out of the ground, like some kind of twisted, natural cathedrals. The air's thick and humid, with this heavy, metallic smell that's making my head spin, and there's this... stillness, no wind or anything. Water's flowing upward from the mud, pooling into these perfect, tiny hexagons that just seem to... hang there, like the surface tension's too strong for gravity to break through. Uh, it's hard to focus – fatigue's really setting in...