The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystals are embedded in the frosty ground, reflecting pale blue sunlight like a mess of splintered mirrors. The air's bitterly cold, with this faint tang of smoke, and snow's falling in a gentle flurry that somehow isn't piling up. Water's running uphill from a frozen pool at the base of a nearby, ancient petroglyph-covered monolith, forming an impossible, crystalline cascade that flows upwards, only to disappear into a jagged crack in the sky like it's feeding something on the other side. The atmosphere's quiet and still, with this soft, almost imperceptible hum...