The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stone columns are rising out of the ground in a hexagonal pattern, supporting nothing but open sky. The air's got this heavy, charged feel, like before a thunderstorm, and I can smell the faint tang of ozone-free dry air. In the center of the columns, a perfect crystal orb about the size of a car is being devoured by a swarm of tiny, iridescent butterflies that seem to be... rewriting its molecular structure with each flutter of their wings. The sky above is a pale, hazy blue, with the sun a burning white disk high in the sky.