The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick with the smell of honey and smoke... Crystalline columns are rising from a lake of what looks like liquid copper, supporting a latticework of gleaming, metallic vines that seem to be shifting color in sync with the movement of the liquid. The sky's a pale, creamy yellow, and the sun's... somewhere behind the clouds, but the light's diffuse and doesn't seem to be coming from anywhere specific – it's probably late morning. The air's perfectly still, and a giant, fossilized dragonfly is lodged in the crystal lattice, its wings frozen mid-beat.