The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perpetual storm rages around a massive, crystalline prism jutting out of a dense, swirling vortex of purple clouds, with lightning arcing off its facets in rhythmic bursts. Umm, the air's thick and heavy, charged with electricity that makes my skin tingle, and it smells like ozone-free rain, which is somehow pouring upwards from the ground to meet the downpour. The prism's emitting a gentle hum that's harmonizing with the thunder, and... the rainwater's collecting on the prism's surface, then somehow flowing upwards to form an inverted lake that just hangs there in mid-air.