The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, neatly arranged rows of lavender stretch up from the dry, cracked earth, reflecting the pale morning sunlight filtering through a fine haze of pollen suspended in the air. Water's somehow dripping upwards from the dirt, forming tiny, transparent beads that cling to the stems, not falling or rolling off despite the air feeling kinda warm and dry... Umm, the air's filled with the sweet scent of honey and the smell of damp soil. A massive, crystalline structure in the distance is steadily moving further away, its facets slowly shifting to reflect an image of the Grand Canyon.