The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline lattice rises from the heart of a churning, turbulent sea of liquid silver, its facets reflecting the pale, diffuse light of a crescent moon suspended at an impossible 45-degree angle in the sky. Umm, the air's filled with an overpowering scent of frankincense, and the water's eerily still at the surface despite the turbulent depths. The lattice seems to be pulling the liquid silver upwards, defying gravity, and above it, a shifting, iridescent aurora is generating a low-level hum that's vibrating through the air. The atmosphere feels charged with an electric tension.