The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline formations pierce the sky like...they're everywhere. Umm, the air's really cold, crisp, smells like wet stone, and there's this constant low-frequency hum, almost a vibration, echoing through the ground. The sky above is a deep shade of indigo, with what appears to be stars shining through, even though the sun is still somehow visible on the horizon. Water's cascading up these formations, collecting into mid-air pools that are somehow not spilling over or falling – they just sit there, reflecting the light like still mirrors.