The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient stones are covered in vibrant lichen, sprawling across a rugged, mountainous landscape like... an alien skin. Uh, the air's crisp and thin, with a faint scent of wet earth and a hint of iron - it's late afternoon, judging by the sun's position, and a faint storm is gathering on the horizon. As a gust of wind blows, a series of crystalline stalagmites in the distance start emitting this low, humming noise that's somehow sustaining a swarm of hovering rocks in mid-air, just a few feet off the ground. The air pressure feels weirdly heavy.