The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline spires pierce the sky like shards of glass, refracting sunlight into tiny rainbows that dance across the iridescent mist that clings to the forest floor. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of myrrh and the hum of... what sounds like a far-off modem connecting to a dial-up network, but it's actually the buzzing of these weird, metallic bees that flit between the crystal spires, collecting a glittering, silver pollen that seems to be seeping from the cracks in the crystals themselves. It's raining upwards, water droplets rising from the forest floor to merge with the clouds above.