The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling at the base of this kilometer-high crystal monolith, somehow refracting the pale, silver light of the dual suns setting on the horizon into an intricate, glyph-covered lattice that's pulsing in sync with the beat of my own pulse. Umm, the air's charged with an electric tang, and it's so still it's like the atmosphere's being held in place by an unseen force. Ancient, fossilized trees are embedded in the crystal, their twisted trunks a deep, iridescent purple that seems to be shifting and flowing like a liquid.