The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient-looking stupas are rising out of a sea of iridescent, pulsing quicksand, each one topped with a delicate, crystal finial that's reflecting the pale light of a sun that's somehow embedded in the side of a distant, crystalline mountain range. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of sandal-free incense and ozone-free electricity, and it's charged with a weird, pulsating vibration that's making the quicksand shift and flow like a liquid... School of bioluminescent, serpent-like creatures are swimming through the quicksand, leaving trails of glittering, crystalline formations in their wake. It's, like, late afternoon or something.