The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight reflects off a vast expanse of iridescent salt flats, casting a kaleidoscope of colors into the air. Like, the ground's totally still, with this weird feeling of compressed air, and it smells strongly of... burned sugar, or something. In the distance, a massive, crystalline waterfall somehow flows upwards from the ground, only to freeze in mid-air, suspended as a solid chunk of glittering ice. Umm, a flock of birds made entirely of what looks like intricately carved, living obsidian are flying through the frozen waterfall, their wings beating in perfect sync with the creaking of the ice.