The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades upward from the lip of a massive, ancient stone fountain, forming a glittering, crystalline column that pierces the pale blue sky like a shard of glass. Umm, the air's heavy with a sweet, electrostatic charge and the scent of damp earth as the binary suns hang low on the horizon, casting a diffuse, silvery glow across the structure. A perpetual, low-frequency hum emanates from the fountain's core, like a broadcast into the ether, and a tendril of crystalline ivy is wrapping itself around the rim, pulling the water upward against gravity. It's late afternoon, the air's still.