The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations jut out from the sides of a deep, seemingly bottomless pit, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the dusty, cracked earth around me. Uh, the air's dry, with a faint smell of copper, and a warm, golden light's filtering down from above, like it's mid-afternoon. A small flock of birds - their feathers shifting between iridescent colors as they fly - are weaving in and out of the crystals, their wings producing a gentle hum that harmonizes with the hum of some kind of... machinery buried beneath the ground, somehow sustaining the levitation of a few nearby boulders.