The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations are piercing the ground like shards of glass, reflecting the pale light of a crescent moon hanging low in the sky. The air's crisp and cold, with a scent of dry earth and something metallic... uh, the silence is almost deafening, except for a faint humming that seems to be coming from the crystals themselves. In the distance, a frozen waterfall is suspended mid-flow, its surface glinting like polished steel, and behind it, a series of cryptic glyphs are etched into the rock face, seemingly a quote from the Cyäegetic Gnosis of the ancient Ophidian tradition.