The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal-clear lake fills the interior of a massive, hollowed-out geode, sunlight streaming in through the crystalline walls as a still, motionless speedboat somehow sits half-buried in the rough-hewn gemstone. The air's crisp and clean, smelling like... well, nothing, really. Next to this, an abandoned, industrial-scale apiary somehow blends seamlessly into the geode's crystal formations, thousands of motionless, wax-filled honeycombs stretching up towards the glittering crystals as, uh, a perfectly normal-looking crescent moon hangs suspended in the center of the geode, like, just floating there.