The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline shards are jutting out of the desert sand like giant's fangs, reflecting the blinding midday sun into a kaleidoscope of colors... the air's thick with the scent of creosote and smoke, and I can feel the static electricity building up before a sandstorm. Like, a giant, iridescent-winged locust is hovering above the crystal formations, its wings beating in sync with the hum of the earth, somehow stabilizing the shards and keeping them from toppling over. Water's seeping up from the sand and pooling around the base of the crystals, forming perfect, concentric circles.