The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes are slowly falling upwards from the surface of a massive, crystalline lake that's somehow embedded within a colossal, naturally occurring geode. The air's got this heavy, still quality, and it smells of damp stone... umm, the silence is almost palpable, except for a low hum of energy emanating from intricate, swirling patterns etched into the crystal. A series of luminous, iridescent feathers are somehow suspended within the patterns, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the geode's surface, while a pale, crescent moon is shining directly through the crystal from the other side, like it's embedded in the rock itself.