The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sprawling, crystalline conservatory stretches out in every direction, the transparent facets of its walls reflecting and refracting the pale morning sunlight that filters through a fine mesh of silver-gray clouds above. Bioluminescent moss clings to the crystal framework, casting an eerie, pulsating glow on the still water of a central reflecting pool, where water lilies support a flock of tiny, iridescent dragonfly-like creatures that somehow are inscribing tiny hieroglyphics on the pool's surface with their flight patterns. A faint, sweet scent like citrus fills the air, which is heavy with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle. Time appears to be standing still for the pool's water.