The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, huge crystal formations are, like, bursting out of this... pinkish-colored sand, everywhere. Air's dry, feels really still... can barely breathe. Echo, keep... going, somehow... there's this massive, old B-29 bomber half-buried in the sand, covered in these strange... glyphs, and the sky is, uh, this deep purple color, like it's dusk, but there are these three suns just sitting on the horizon...