The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, crystalline lattice stretches out before me, like, piercing the pale blue sky at jagged angles. Air's crisp and clean, with a faint smell of ozone-free ionization, and it's so still that the delicate, swirling patterns etched into the crystals' surfaces aren't disturbed. Water's trickling through the lattice, somehow creating miniature, self-sustaining whirlpools that don't dissipate or lose momentum. As the sun moves overhead, its rays diffract through the crystal structure, casting an image of the Aztec Calendar's concentric rings onto the surrounding landscape, perfectly aligned with the local ley lines.