The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sheets of pale light filter through towering, crystalline columns that have somehow grown into a naturally occurring cathedral. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of rose petals and honey, and there's this... really heavy stillness to the air, like everything's holding its breath. A crescent moon's somehow embedded in the cathedral's dome, and its gentle light is illuminating a flock of glassy, winged creatures as they crawl across the columns, their bodies refracting the moonlight into tiny, shimmering rainbows. The moon seems to be actually contained within the crystal structure, like it's been there forever.