The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, perfectly mirrored infinity room stretches out in every direction, somehow containing a sprawling, iridescent salt flat that's gradually being covered by an intricate, fractal pattern of frost... like, it's spreading really fast. The air's super still, with this sweet scent of burnt coffee beans, and the only sound is a gentle, low-frequency hum that seems to be resonating with the faint, pulsating glow emanating from the frost itself. Umm, a lone, crystal shard somehow remains suspended at the very center of the room, gradually rotating to perfectly reflect a beam of pale, lunar light filtering in from nowhere.