The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations pierce the sky like... uh, shards of glass, reflecting a pale, diffuse light from a mid-morning sun. The air's crisp, no scent or humidity, a high-pressure system dominating the environment, and water somehow trickles silently upwards from the crystal formations, forming miniature, perfectly formed replicas of various mountains that seem to be morphing, rearranging their peaks in real-time. Umm, a flock of what looks like iridescent birds are perched on the crystals, their feathers shifting colors in sync with the morphing mountains. A low hum, like a distant engine, vibrates through the air.