The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, concentric crystal domes are rising from the center of a still, silver lake, like, surrounded by a perfectly uniform, dense thicket of twisted, arthritic trees. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and I can hear this low, pulsating hum, uh, despite the eerie stillness of the air. The sky above is a pale, sickly yellow, and a perfect, symmetrical, Gothic-style cathedral made entirely of what appears to be some kind of glittering, crystalline salt is materializing, and just rising, slowly and silently, from the center of the lake, displacing the water without causing any ripples.