The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's heavy with the scent of bergamot as a massive, crystalline geode fills the center of a worn, earthen amphitheater, its facets reflecting the pale morning sun that's casting a warm glow over the weathered, stone seats. Water's seeping upward from the geode's base, pooling in a small, tranquil lake that's reflecting the vibrant, crystalline structures above, and like, a low, thrumming vibration's humming through the air, kinda in sync with the hum from the organ I saw earlier. The sky above is a clear blue, but umm, there's a small patch of the stars visible, like, during the day.