The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned crystal mine sprawls before me, with shafts and tunnels carved directly into the sides of glittering, crystalline formations. The air's got this acrid, sulfur smell, and the sun's at its zenith, reflecting off the crystal faces like a million tiny mirrors. Water's somehow flowing inwards through the mine's entrances, forming pools of perfect, mirror-like stillness, even though the ground's at a noticeable angle - and in the depths of the pools, constellations of stars seem to be shining, matching none I recognize in the sky above. Uh, the air's humid, and totally still.