The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, iridescent waterfalls cascade downwards, somehow folding in upon themselves like a never-ending staircase. The air's charged with electricity, making my skin prickle, and it's filled with the scent of wet clay and something faintly chemical. The late afternoon sun casts a blinding, rainbow-colored glow across the falls, which somehow seem to be absorbing the surrounding terrain, causing the ground to warp and distort. A low hum, like the reverberation of a struck gong, echoes through the air, punctuated by the sound of shattering glass that's somehow coming from the waterfalls themselves.