The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rough-hewn crystal shards are piercing through the surface of a lake of churning, molten lava, which somehow remains eerily still, like, it's not even rippling from the heat. A sweet, incense-like smell, maybe kyphi, wafts through the air, which feels... really dense, heavy with an otherworldly energy. Umm, the sky above's an iridescent swirl of colors, reflecting the shifting hues of, like, the aurora borealis or something. Time's doing some weird, stuttering thing here – I just saw a shard of crystal reassemble itself after shattering.