The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring down this massive, five-tiered waterfall, somehow nestled inside a giant, hollowed-out crystal formation that's just... sitting in the middle of a vast, empty parking lot. Uh, the air's cool and damp, smelling like wet rock, as the sound of the water crashing against the crystal's interior is making this deafening echo. The sky above is a pale, washed-out blue, with the sun just a small, faint dot near the horizon, like it's late evening or something. A bunch of old, rusted shopping carts are just... embedded in the crystal, like they've been there forever.