The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of glittering, crystalline dust are swirling around a cluster of iridescent geodes, reflecting the pale, diffuse light of... I think three suns, somehow positioned at the horizon without dipping below it. The air's heavy with a scent of myrrh and damp soil, pretty still despite a massive, swirling storm above with lightning arcing between clouds that seem to be, uh, crystallizing into some kind of solid, glassy structure. The air feels charged with electricity, but somehow, there's this flock of crystalline birds taking off from the geodes, their wings beating like... totally unaffected by the weight of their crystalline bodies.