The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant, crystalline cathedral stretches across a perfectly still, oil-slick lake, like, the facets are reflecting every color of the rainbow in the faint, overcast light. The air's heavy with the scent of patchouli, and the stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the faint hum of some unseen energy source. A single, glowing-green tendril of the aurora borealis has somehow descended from the sky and is currently threading itself through a massive, stained-glass rose window, its delicate, filigree tendrils probing the crystal structure like a tentative, ethereal finger. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey.