The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline tendrils are bursting out of a granite mountain range, like, pulsing with a soft blue light as the sun beats down from directly overhead. The air's dry and thin, with a faint scent of smoke and ash as water's somehow flowing upwards through the crystals, defying gravity. In the distance, a lake's surface is folding in on itself, creating a series of impossible, fractal-like patterns that seem to be drawing the surrounding landscape into its loops. Uh, the air's charged with an electric hum, and the sky's a pale shade of indigo, despite the sun's intense glare.