The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered ice stretches across the floor of a vast, naturally occurring cathedral, refracting pale, morning light into a kaleidoscope of colors. Umm, the air's super crisp and still, like... right after a storm's passed, and I can smell the sharp scent of freshly frozen water. The crystalline spire I saw earlier is somehow embedded in the back of this space, and a series of impossible, interconnected waterfalls are cascading upward from the floor, merging seamlessly into a network of gleaming, crystalline threads that crisscross the space.