The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations are jutting out of the sides of a ravine, reflecting the pale light of the rising sun, like. Water's trickling down the crystals and into the air, somehow forming perfectly still droplets of liquid that are just... stuck in place, a few feet off the ground. The air's dry and freezing, and the smell of burnt leather's filling my nostrils, as the sound of gentle humming - similar to a harmonic series - resonates through the still air, seeming to originate from a geometric symbol etched into the crystal, mirroring a design from the works of Austin Osman Spare.