The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rugged, rocky islands are jutting out from a vast, still lake, their jagged peaks mirroring the fractured, crystal formations embedded within the water itself. Like, the air's crisp and clear, with this sharp scent of saltwater and the faint tang of frankincense. Water's gently lapping against the crystalline shores, echoing a low, constant hum emanating from the lake's center, where a stylized representation of the Flower of Life seems to be physically unraveling, threads of crystal uncoiling from its center like a... slowly unfurling, glittering tendril. The sun's hanging low in the sky, casting this warm, orange glow across everything.