The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through the iridescent facets of a massive crystal geode, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the rough, rocky ground below... Uh, the air's got this intense, almost palpable electric charge to it, like a storm's about to break. A series of crystalline tendrils are somehow manipulating the position of nearby boulders, reconfiguring them into an impossible, Escher-like staircase that defies gravity, stretching up into the clear blue sky. The air smells of wet stone and minerals, as a low-pitched hum resonates off the crystal facets.