The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline formations are erupting out of the ground in a dense thicket, reflecting shards of pale, iridescent light that seems to be generated by... umm, what looks like a crescent moon stuck at the horizon, its curve somehow flattened into a razor-thin line. The air's heavy with the scent of myrrh and damp earth, pretty still, and a low-level hum vibrates through the atmosphere, which feels charged with electricity. Above, the sky's a deep, burnished silver with no clouds in sight, but I can hear a soft patter of rain hitting the crystal thicket, despite the air being totally dry.