The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey-brown siltstone formations stretch out in every direction, a seemingly endless expanse of rugged badlands terrain under a clear, mid-morning sky. Umm, the air's crisp, dry, and has a faint metallic tang, like someone's been smelting ore somewhere nearby. A narrow, crystal-filled fault line runs across the ground, pulsing with a soft blue light that seems to be...keeping the surrounding rock formations from eroding, somehow maintaining the exact same shapes they were in when the area was underwater millions of years ago. Water's trickling from the crystal-filled fault, gathering in small pools that reflect the sun overhead.