The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystallized star anise formations somehow compose the framework of a colossal, naturally occurring cathedral, their facets reflecting tiny, distorted images of constellations that aren't visible from this planet. The air's pretty dense and heavy with the smell of damp earth, and... bergamot, like someone poured a bunch of essential oil everywhere. The early morning sun casts a weird, diffuse glow through the crystal, illuminating a slow, steady flow of water that's somehow moving uphill, refilling a series of ritualistic stone basins carved into the ground, despite the complete absence of any visible water source.