The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water droplets cling to a series of crystalline sculptures in a sunlit greenhouse, air thick with humidity and the sweet smell of blooming orchids. Umm, the sky above is a deep shade of purple, with storm clouds gathering on the horizon as the sun hangs low. The sculptures seem to be infused with an otherworldly energy, like, slowly rearranging the surrounding plants to form intricate geometric patterns on the floor... and the greenhouse itself appears to be submerged in a larger, inverted version of the geode I saw earlier, the crystalline spires jutting out from the walls in every direction.