The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping upwards from the tip of this massive, crystalline spire that's piercing the center of a pale blue-green lake, surrounded by a sprawling network of silver, filigree-like latticework. The air's crisp, with a slight electric charge that's making the fine hairs on the latticework stand up, and it smells like citrus, kinda like lemons. Umm, above, the pale pink sky seems to be unfolding, like the petals of some massive flower, but the sun's still frozen right overhead. A section of the latticework's somehow detaching itself and folding up into a smaller, more intricate pattern, only to repeat the process in reverse.