The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, rough-hewn stones sprawl as a maze under the scorching mid-day sun, casting short, stark shadows. Like, a sweet, thick scent of molten sugar fills the dry, hot air, charged with some kinda static energy. The sky's an intense, burning blue, and uh, massive, puffy clouds shaped like perfectly formed hexagons just kinda hang there... Water is somehow, continuously being absorbed upwards from the dusty stone ground into these... just these weird clouds that are like... a grid or something.