The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, crystal shards are embedded in the trunk of a colossal, uprooted baobab tree, reflecting shards of sunlight filtering through a wispy cirrus veil that casts no shadows on the ground. Like, the air's dry and still, but a gentle buzzing emanates from a series of tiny, iridescent beetles crawling on the crystal shards, which are etched with symbols derived from the lost manuscript of "Kitab Sirr Al-Asrar". The tree's roots stretch towards the sky, and its trunk seems to be slowly absorbing a massive, rusted Soviet-era rocket booster, as if the metal's being eaten away by an invisible force.