The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing, crystalline formations pierce the air like shards of glass, refracting sunlight that's somehow simultaneously setting and rising. Uh, the smell of ozone-free air, like after a spring storm, fills my lungs as I breathe in. The ground's covered in a fine layer of silver-gray sand, and I can hear a gentle humming noise that's syncing up with the ley line vibrations I felt earlier. A massive, stationary wave's frozen in place on the horizon, not moving or cresting, just... stuck.