The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystal shards are scattered across a massive, salt-covered lakebed, reflecting the sun's intense glare. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the cracked earth, creating these delicate, crystalline formations that are supporting the weight of massive, fossilized trees, their branches like, totally frozen in time. The air's got a crisp quality to it, with this weird, electric charge that's making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and it smells kinda...sulfur-y, but not overpowering. A massive, stationary tornado is just sitting there in the distance, not moving at all.