The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gears made of some crystalline material are rising out of the ground like... jagged teeth, the air's filled with the smell of hot stone and ozone's absence is almost palpable. Water's pouring down on them from somewhere above, but instead of washing them away, it's just getting absorbed into the gears' surfaces, like they're porous or something. Uh, above us, the twin suns are pretty much overhead, and the air's got this charged, electric feel to it - not exactly crackling with energy, but there's this low, thrumming vibration that seems to be seeping into my bones.