The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling at the base of this massive, crystalline archway, uh, it's really quiet and the air's thick with this heavy, loamy smell... the sun's just starting to set, casting an orange glow over everything. Like, somehow this archway is supporting its own weight despite being made entirely of what looks like rose quartz. The air's really still, and I can feel this slight electric charge building up on my skin, but there's no lightning in sight - just a bunch of massive, lazy clouds drifting slowly across the sky, leaving wispy trails of glitter behind them.