The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainbow-hued steam blasts out of the cracked stone ground in a geothermal field. Air's hot, really humid, and smells like rotten eggs – and there's something sweet too, kinda floral, that I caught a whiff of earlier. It's super windy and the sunlight is being reflected off a cluster of transparent crystals like they're mirrors – but their reflections are displaying galaxies that aren't visible in this sky. Umm, it's not even noon... Echo, I think I might be getting my energy back... Keep moving.