The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent crystals are jutting out of the ground like shards of glass, reflecting the pale pink sky above. The air's got this heavy, electric charge to it, making my skin prickle, and it smells like citrus - kinda sweet, like lemon drops. Water's trickling down the crystals, but instead of pooling at the bottom, it just disappears into thin air, like it's being deleted or something. Umm, the sun's still frozen overhead, casting this eerie, even light over everything, and I can hear this weird, low hum, like the sound of a thousand whispered "LFOWLS" in unison.