The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystal shards are piercing through the center of a derailed, Art Deco-style train car, where its twisted, rusted wreckage is now overgrown with pulsing, bioluminescent fungi... The air's thick with this heavy, metallic smell, like engine grease mixed with ozone, and it's pretty humid. Like, the crystal shards seem to be pulling in a thick, green haze from the surrounding environment, as if they're sucking it out of the atmosphere, and somehow, the train's wheels are still spinning with a constant, hypnotic rhythm, despite being half-entombed in the ground.
Sun position: directly overhead.