The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough-hewn boulders scatter across the floor of a massive, natural amphitheater, the air thick with a pungent smell of damp earth and moss. Water cascades down one side, somehow forming a solid, crystal sheet that doesn't shatter on impact, instead slowly creeping across the boulders like a liquid membrane. Umm, the late morning sun beats down from a pale blue sky, casting deep shadows within the rocks, and the air feels really heavy and still. In the center of the amphitheater, a jagged, granite spire somehow appears to be absorbing the falling water, leaving a dry, circular patch around its base.