The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal spires pierce the sky, surrounded by an endless, shifting expanse of iridescent sand that seems to be, like, devouring the light around it. The air's heavy with the scent of burning cedar, and there's this low hum, like a chant, vibrating the ground - the sand's slowly swirling into impossible, fractal patterns that seem to be mapping some sort of celestial event. The sky above is a deep, burning silver, with the crescent moon somehow embedded in the crystal formations like a shard of bone. Umm, the stars are shining through the daylight.