The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline shards are piercing the sky like shards of glass, refracting the pale blue light of dawn into a kaleidoscope of colors. The air's heavy with the smell of ozone and damp earth, and it's got this electric charge to it, making my skin prickle... umm, like when you rub a balloon on your hair. A low hum of energy is emanating from a series of strange, rune-like symbols etched into the shards, which seem to be slowly shifting and reforming into new patterns. The stars are shining through the crystals like they're made of transparent ice.