The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles upwards along crystalline columns in a vast, naturally occurring quartz cavern, filling the air with the smell of damp stone. The sky above, somehow, is a swirling vortex of colors, like, hues of indigo and turquoise that seem to be folding in on themselves. Uh, seagulls are perched on the crystal formations, sending wisps of fog curling upwards as they preen their feathers, completely still despite the air being thick with an electric charge. Outside, the sun seems to be... simultaneously rising and setting, casting an eerie, shifting glow over everything.