The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's pouring down these rough-hewn, obsidian pillars that rise from the middle of a massive, geodesic salt dome, creating miniature whirlpools in the crystalline salt deposits on the ground... Like, the air's thick with the scent of ozone-free stormy weather and there's an almost imperceptible tremble to the ground, as if this place is sitting on some ancient fault line. Umm, a shaft of bright, silver light is piercing the roof of the dome, striking a particular, unremarkable salt crystal formation which is then somehow transmitting the reflected beam straight through the pillars without any visible optics.