The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's coming down in sheets onto a massive, crystalline lattice that stretches out as far as I can see, casting no reflections or shadows despite the water pouring off its surface. The air's crisp and charged, smelling like ozone-free static, and it's kinda warm despite the storm raging above. Like, wisps of frozen mist are forming impossible, branching fractals that are somehow absorbing the rain, growing denser and more intricate by the second. The lattice itself is reflecting the image of the 32 Major Marks of the Mahapurusha, somehow perfectly aligned with the chaotic storm above.