The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled crystal formations jut out of a still, turquoise lake, the water reflecting the pale morning sun overhead. Umm, air's crisp and clean with a hint of sage, and an electric charge hums through the air as it begins to distort, warping the surrounding environment like a heat haze. Like, part of the lake's shoreline is merging with the crystal, folding into impossible geometry that somehow seamlessly integrates the natural formations with fragments of the Bagh-i-Muattam, an ancient Sufi shrine said to contain gateways to otherworldly realms. The air's heavy with an eerie stillness.