The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin, crystalline spires are bursting out of a sprawling, iridescent salt dome, their facets reflecting the pale, blue light of a nearby nebula. Umm, the air's charged with an electric energy, and it's heavy with the smell of salt and something like...burnt honey. Water's slowly seeping out of the spires, infusing the ground with a faint, blue-green glow that seems to be resonating with the same vibrational frequency as the crystalline formations. A massive, self-sustaining vortex is somehow suspending a series of Enochian glyphs mid-air, drawing the luminescent sheen into impossible, non-Euclidean patterns.