The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards through a series of antique porcelain toilets somehow embedded in the rough, orange rock face of a vast, arid canyon. The air's dry and still, with the sun hanging high in the pale blue sky above, casting an intense light on the weird, crystalline structures sprouting from the toilet bowls – formations that seem to be made from some kind of frozen, iridescent mist. Uh, in the center of the toilets, this massive, levitating crystal shard is somehow supporting a sprawling network of fine, glittering fibers that seem to be pulsating with a soft, blue light.