The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a lattice of frost-covered, hexagonal tiles that seem to be somehow suspended in mid-air, casting a complex pattern of shadows on the rough, rocky ground below. A massive, kilometers-wide, crystalline plate - somehow just hovering in place, not falling - bisects the sky above, reflecting the sun's intense light into a kaleidoscope of colors; it looks like it's being pulled upwards by some kind of invisible force, too. The air's crisp and still, with a hint of... bergamot, and it's got this almost palpable electric charge to it.