The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering crystal formations pierce the air, refracting pale sunlight into an emerald-green haze, and schools of iridescent fish weave in and out of the structures. Umm, a gentle hum, almost like the whir of a quiet centrifuge, resonates through the air as water flows upwards along the crystal facets, defying gravity. Air pressure feels heavier here, with the scent of copper and damp earth hanging heavy. In the distance, the logo of a defunct 90s net label seems to be embedded, pixel-perfect, in the crystalline matrix of the largest formation, casting a faint, flicker-free glow.