The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Liquid sapphires are somehow seeping upward from the surface of a perfectly still, waveless ocean, collecting into these... delicate, filigree patterns that seem to be etched into the air itself, just above the water's surface. The air's heavy with the scent of jasmine and a hint of smoke, umm, and the pale sun casts a diffuse, emerald-green glow across the entire scene, despite being positioned well below the horizon. The atmosphere's charged with a weird, expectant stillness, and I can feel a faint, thrumming vibration beneath my feet. A massive, crystalline cave mouth looms in the distance.