The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystalline formations erupt from the ground, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the air as the sun beats down at a 45-degree angle in the sky. The air's pretty still, with a moderate level of humidity, and smells of damp earth and something metallic... Umm, schools of iridescent butterflies flutter around a series of ancient stone pedestals, each supporting a single, unblinking eyeball that seems to be staring directly into the heart of the crystals. Shredded remains of a medieval tapestry hang limply from the crystalline structures, bearing intricate depictions of Basilides' Aeons.