The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, crystalline bridge stretches across a churning, turbulent sea of what looks like liquid silver, connecting two twisted, metallic spires that pierce the sky like shattered teeth. Umm, the air's charged with electricity and smells like burning copper, with a low, pulsing hum emanating from the bridge's crystalline latticework. Like, a flock of ghostly quetzals is perched along the bridge's edge, their ethereal calls somehow synchronizing with the hum, while beneath them, tendrils of glittering, crystalline dust are slowly pulling the liquid silver upwards into the bridge's structure. The sky above is a deep, bloody red.