The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted farm equipment's scattered all over a deserted, rural airstrip, with weeds pushing through the cracked asphalt. Like, the air's pretty still and smells kinda earthy, and it's a sunny afternoon, judging by the sun's position in the sky. Umm, there's this... giant crystal entity steadily taking shape at the far end of the runway, its facets reflecting the image of a totally different landscape - it looks like some kind of alien ocean floor or something. Water's trickling out from the entity's base, forming a small stream that's slowly flooding the airstrip.