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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline spires erupt from the ground, piercing a sky that's this deep, rich indigo, like... just before nightfall. Uh, the air's alive with an electric charge, making the hairs on my arms stand on end, and it smells like ozone and something sweet, floral – frangipani, I think. Ancient, yellowed manuscripts somehow adhere to the crystal facets, their pages fluttering weakly in the still air as a steady, bass hum emanates from within the spires, like a thousand chanting monks. The gravity here seems off, too, and I can see these tiny, iridescent creatures just walking on the air, as if it were solid ground.