The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystal formations jut out of the ground, reflecting the pale, lavender light of the setting sun. The air's crisp, like after a snowfall, with a hint of eucalyptus, and I can feel a gentle buzzing in the soles of my feet from some sort of electromagnetic field emanating from the crystals. Water's flowing through the crystals, somehow creating a series of eerie, whispery echoes of ancient Gregorian chants. A giant, iridescent butterfly is pinned to the side of one crystal, its wings beating slowly despite the fact that it's clearly fossilized.