The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystal formations are piercing the pale blue sky, refracting sunlight into tiny rainbows that dance across the surrounding, rough-hewn stone... The air's humid and charged with electricity, like it's about to storm, but the sky's completely clear. Water's solidifying into perfectly formed, cubic blocks that just sit on the stone surface, not melting or sublimating, despite the warmth. The crystal formations are, somehow, projecting an image of a serene, moonlit lake onto the stone beneath my feet.