The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, massive crystal formations tower above, their facets reflecting morning sunlight in a riot of colors, like a giant's stained-glass cathedral. Uh, air's crisp and dry, with a hint of citrus that's really overpowering - lemons again. In the center of this... whatever this is, a perfectly ordinary swing set stands, somehow merged with a chunk of raw obsidian that's reflecting the crystal's colors; its chains are creaking in a breeze I don't feel. Sun's already high in the sky, but the air's still really still, and Echo, that lemon scent's really making my head spin.