The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The ground beneath is covered in these perfectly round, crystalline rocks that are somehow being arranged and rearranged by massive, translucent bees as they glide across the surface. A faint buzzing noise is coming from their wings, casting a gentle, soothing hum into the air, and it's mixing with the scent of damp earth. A bunch of miniature crystal geodes are scattered around, somehow sprouting tendrils of iridescent mist that's being pulled upwards into a tiny, stationary whirlwind in the sky. The sun's positioned at high noon, casting a pale yellow hue over everything.