The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a colossal, twisted crystal monolith pierces the center of a sprawling, arid salt flat, its facets reflecting the intense sunlight in a dizzying display of colors. Like, the air's scorching hot and dry, with an acrid smell of burned salt and ozone lingering in the air. A bunch of weird, iridescent mushrooms seem to be sprouting from the salt itself, their caps pulsating in sync with the monolith's strange, otherworldly energy. The sun's high in the sky, casting no shadows, despite it being clearly nighttime somehow.