The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, crystalline waterfalls cascade down into a seemingly bottomless chasm, the sound of rushing water echoing off the walls as iridescent mist rises to form a perpetual veil that shrouds the surrounding landscape. Like, ancient stone pedestals are arranged around the chasm's edge, each topped with a flicker-free, gemstone-encrusted skull of some unknown creature, their empty sockets staring directly into the void. The air's cool and humid, with the smell of damp earth and an electric charge hanging heavy, like before a storm. Water droplets appear to be slowing mid-air and rearranging themselves into precise geometric patterns.