The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades upwards from a massive, ornate fountain, suspended in mid-air within a colossal, naturally occurring geode. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth, ozone absent, and the pressure's somehow lower in here, making my ears pop. Umm, delicate filaments of crystal weave together to form a latticework across the geode's facets, casting intricate, shifting patterns on the ground as the sun's rays catch them - it's definitely early morning. Shards of splintered obsidian are materializing at the water's surface, sending ripples outward as they vanish beneath the waves.