The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive crystal cathedral sprawls across a dusty, barren plain like it's been grown out of the ground. Umm, the air's super dry and the sky's a bright, electric blue, with the sun beating down overhead, probably mid-afternoon or something. Inside, the crystal formations are somehow... singing this low, resonant chant, like it's being vibrated out of the molecular structure or something, and it's making the air vibrate with an otherworldly energy, while tiny, iridescent butterflies flit around the glittering facets of crystal. Liquid silver trickles upwards from the foundation, forming a series of delicate, lace-like fountains.