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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering crystalline spires rise from a barren, rust-red desert floor, refracting the intense sunlight of the twin suns hanging low in the sky. Uh, the air is dry and charged with an electric tang, and a low, almost imperceptible hum seems to emanate from the spires themselves. Like, sand drifts slowly upwards, forming a series of impossible, intricate geometric patterns etched into the ground, while the sound of low, muffled drums resonates from somewhere beneath the surface. A faint scent of myrrh hangs heavy, unmoving in the still air.