The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations are piercing through the dense, grey storm clouds like shards of splintered glass, their facets reflecting the pale, diffuse sunlight. Umm, the air's heavy with electricity and ozone-free, it's got this sharp, metallic tang that's making my mouth water... the wind's howling like crazy, whipping the rain into these weird, almost-horizontal sheets that seem to be suspended mid-air. The rain isn't touching the crystalline formations, it's like they're repelling the water somehow, and tiny, iridescent sparks are crackling across their surfaces in this slow, rhythmic pulse.