The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, ancient metropolis is somehow encased within a gargantuan geode, with towering crystal formations reflecting every color of the visible spectrum across the city's intricately carved buildings. The air's still and dry, smelling like aged paper and dust, as the sound of whispery chanting seems to emanate from the crystal itself, echoing through the city's empty streets. A pale, ethereal light seeps from the geode's exterior, casting no shadows on the crystal, like, despite it being late evening outside. Umm, stars are twinkling within the crystal formations themselves, shining brighter than the exterior stars.