The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A waterfall cascades into an ocean of iridescent glass shards, shattering and reforming like a liquid as the pale sunlight catches them. The air is charged with an intense, almost electric stillness... it feels like the whole atmosphere is just holding its breath. Water seems to seep upwards from the depths of the glass sea, forming crystalline spires that grow and shrink at a steady, metronomic pace, despite the fact there's no visible tide or current. The scent of seaweed and overripe fruit hangs heavy in the humid air.