The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, jagged formations of black tourmaline jut out of a vast expanse of iridescent mother-of-pearl, reflecting the pale light of a sun that's hovering just below the horizon. The air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and damp earth, and there's this low, thrumming vibration that feels like it's emanating from the tourmaline itself. Water's somehow flowing upward through the formations, forming pools that seem to be supporting a series of delicate, crystal "flowers" that are... actually resonating in harmony with the vibration, like they're "singing" along with the earth itself.