The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of ancient, worn, stone planters are filled with a bunch of different succulent species on a massive, dry, sandstone balcony that just juts out of the side of a worn, red rock canyon. Umm, the air's pretty dry and still, with this... earthy, kinda dusty smell, and the sun beats down directly, making everything feel super warm. A tiny, iridescent stream somehow pours out of a small, rough-hewn rock and just flows upwards into the sky, vanishing into thin air. The air pressure feels kinda steady, but I can feel the heat radiating up from the rock beneath my feet.