The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of iridescent vines burst from the summit of a colossal, crystalline ziggurat, reflecting pale blue light from the sun stuck in perpetual dawn. Umm, the air is dry and charged with an electric buzz, with a scent of ozone-free ionization, like right before a thunderstorm, but there's no storm in sight. Water's somehow flowing upwards, from the bottom of the ziggurat's base to the top, and freezing into glittering, crystalline structures that're somehow sustaining a flock of crystalline, winged creatures, just... hovering in mid-air without flapping their wings.