The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, towering crystal formations rise from a fine, powdery dust that coats the ground like a thin layer of moon ash. The air is still and dry, smelling of burnt sage, under a sky that's an inky, star-filled blackness even though it's what looks like mid-morning... a delicate crescent moon perches on the tip of a crystal spire like it was balanced there. A series of tiny, iridescent feathers scattered around the base of the spire seem to be reflecting the faint glow of some unseen, otherworldly energy source. The dust beneath them appears to be slowly shifting, as if it's being pulled into the crystal.