The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, massive crystalline formations are sprouting out of the dense, black soil of a scorched desert landscape, their facets reflecting a hazy, orange-brown sun that's hovering just above the horizon. Umm, the air's thick with an electric charge and smells like ozone-free smoke, with a low, thrumming hum emanating from the crystals as they seem to be reorganizing the surrounding soil into intricate, glyph-like patterns that match the layout of an ancient Sumerian necropolis. Water's somehow being pulled upwards from the dry earth, collecting in small pools that are home to a bunch of bioluminescent, SHIBA-token-patterned insects.