The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, perfectly formed crystals jut out of the surface of a still, inky-black lake, reflecting the light from a sunset that's happening in every direction at once. Like, the air's super heavy with the scent of wet earth and something metallic, and it's pretty humid too, but there's no fog or mist. Umm, a bunch of old, rusted bike frames are somehow stuck into the crystals, with vines made of pure silver snaking around the metal like they're trying to hold it in place. The lake's surface is totally still except for a few gentle ripples where fish made of what looks like liquid glass are breaking the surface.