The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's lapping against the base of these massive, crystal spires rising out of a still, mirrored lake, like, in the middle of a giant impact crater on some desolate, rocky moon. The air's crisp and thin, with the sky above this sickly shade of yellow, and the sun just a faint dot near the horizon, casting an eerie, washed-out light over the whole scene. A bunch of what looks like 80s-era supermarket checkout lanes are just... embedded in the crystal spires, their conveyor belts and cash registers covered in this fine, sparkling dust.