The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystal formations pierce through the dense, swirling fog like shards of glass, refracting pale morning light in every direction... The air's heavy with moisture and charged with an electric hum, smelling of damp earth. Water trickles down the crystal, somehow collecting into tiny, levitating pools that hover above the rough stone ground, despite gravity, and perfectly symmetrical icicles form at the tips of the crystals. A low, thrumming drone, like the reverberation of a bell, seems to emanate from the fog itself.