The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline spires are piercing the sky like shards of glass, reflecting the intense sunlight and casting a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere. Umm, the air's heavy with a sweet, waxy scent and it's pretty humid, feels like it's mid-afternoon, sun's beating down from almost directly overhead. A steady, low-pitched rumble is coming from beneath my feet, making the dusty ground vibrate, and water's somehow flowing up the sides of the spires, pooling at the top in shimmering, iridescent lakes that seem to be... holding their shape despite being completely unsupported.