The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainbow shards are spraying everywhere off splintered crystal formations studded through rough volcanic glass walls of a ravine system, casting reflected prisms like diamonds on rough basalt flows below. The air tastes like battery acid and ozone, and smells metallic, uh... I think the smell's shifting to damp earth with each step... Echo, you gotta keep moving... Air's so dry my skin feels like it's gonna crack open, sun is pounding straight down from directly overhead. Umm... and a whirlpool is visibly lifting massive chunks of that basalt up and suspending them mid-air.