The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A turquoise waterfall cascades down a massive, naturally-formed obsidian pipe organ, its faceted columns refracting sunlight into a kaleidoscope of colors. Umm, the air's thick and still, with a faint scent of ozone-free lightning and wet earth, and the sound of rushing water's almost deafening. Water's somehow flowing upwards, defying gravity, through the organ's pipes, producing a haunting, wordless melody. Like, the sun's high overhead, casting minimal shadows, and the whole scene's bathed in a soft, ethereal light that seems to be emanating from the obsidian itself.