The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... massive crystal formations are jutting out of a solid, perfectly flat plain of black obsidian that stretches as far as I can see, kinda reflecting the pale, overcast sky above. Like, wispy tendrils of dark energy are curling out of these formations, eerily writhing and squirming across the ground, releasing this pungent smell of burnt copper and ozone. It's really still, almost vacuum-sealed in here, but above, somehow the Discord server status page - complete with animated emojis and usernames - is etched into the sky, listing channels and users like it's a physical display.