The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A frozen, crystal-studded waterfall cascades into a dry, cracked lakebed, like it's stuck in perpetual motion. Umm, the air's heavy with an otherworldly scent, something like ozone and frankincense, and the sky above is a swirling vortex of deep blues and purples. The dry air is crackling with electricity, causing tiny arcs of lightning to spark between the crystals in the waterfall, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding, wind-carved sandstone formations. Water appears to be flowing upwards, against gravity, from the cracked lakebed into the base of the waterfall, where it disappears into the rocky face.