The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frigid water cascades down what looks like an enormous crystal prism suspended mid-air, casting shimmering rainbow shadows on a sea of perfectly still, knee-deep mist that's somehow supporting the weight of several massive boulders... and like, one's got a gleaming chrome antenna poking straight out of it. Umm, the air's heavy with a damp, earthy smell, and the mist is reflecting an image of the crystal that looks nothing like its actual shape, which is slowly rotating as the prism slowly descends toward the ground. Everything's silent except for a low hum like... bass notes.