The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystalline pillars are scattered across the bottom of a drained, kilometer-wide impact crater - like, empty and still, air pressure's crazy low. Umm... the sky above is reflecting purple-white aurora, kinda wispy tendrils reaching down into the crater's bowl. There's some dry, crunchy mineral smell, no moisture in the air at all, and this... constant low-pitched whine. Craterside boulders are carved with diagrams of Kabbalistic paths, half-buried under regolith next to fossilized, lace-like wings sprouting from a field of solidified lava.