The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystalline formations burst out of a pristine, powdery snow-covered ski resort slope, sending abandoned ski lifts and rusting support beams crashing down the mountain. Umm, the air's got this crisp, high-altitude snap to it, and it smells like fresh mountain air and...like, ozone, but not really, something else, acrid. Water pooling around the base of the growths seems to be flowing uphill, seeping back into the snow itself, which is weird, but not as weird as the functioning miniature replica of the Guggenheim Museum that's somehow contained inside one of the formations.