The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crimson waterfalls cascade down a seemingly endless series of jagged, obsidian steps, creating a perpetual mist that's suspended in the heavy, humid air. Like, the smell of wet stone and ozone hangs over everything, and a low, throbbing hum appears to be emanating from a sprawling, crystalline lattice that's threaded through the rocky face, pulsing in sync with the waterfall's rhythmic beat. Uh, the sky's a deep, smoldering coal haze, with the sun a faint, flickering ember on the horizon, as a series of glowing, iridescent fish swim up the waterfalls like they're climbing stairs.