The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittering shards of what looks like the Firmament are scattered across the surface of a vast, barren salt flat, reflecting the pale morning sun in a thousand tiny mirrors. The air is heavy with the smell of brine and... feels charged, like it's about to storm, but the sky above is perfectly clear. Umm, a low hum seems to be emanating from the fragments, causing the salt beneath to shift and ripple in tiny waves. Like, one of the shards appears to be slowly healing, its edges sealing themselves with an intricate latticework of crystal.