The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, an endless, dusty plain stretches out, punctuated by random, crystalline monoliths that seem to be channeling this pale, rose-colored light from somewhere beneath the surface. Umm, the air's super dry and there's this heavy, burnt smell, like something's been smoldering for years. The sky above's a deep, foreboding crimson and the stillness is somehow making the faint hum of the monoliths sound super loud. A massive, kilometer-long, Aztec-style Calendar Stone is just... embedded in the side of a nearby mountain, like it grew there or something, slowly rotating to match the movements of the stars.