The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, shards of pale, iridescent light are reflecting off the smooth surface of a massive, crystal-encrusted iceberg that's somehow lodged in the middle of a vast, arid desert. The air's really dry and still, with a thick scent of myrrh and damp earth, which is weird considering how parched the ground is. A low-level hum vibrates through the atmosphere as a crescent moon - like, it's way too big to be real - is stuck in the horizon, casting an otherworldly glow over the dunes. It's silent, except for this soft crackling of the crystal as the iceberg... melts upwards, into the air.