The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy are crawling up these massive, crystal-encrusted obelisks that seem to be piercing the sky like shards of glass. Umm, the air's thick with this heavy, floral scent, and it's weirdly humid despite being what feels like high altitude – clouds are drifting lazily by just a few feet away, their misty tendrils wrapping around the obelisks like living vines. Water's flowing upwards from the tips of the obelisks, forming these impossible, crystal-encased geysers that are just... erupting into the clouds above. The sun's hanging motionless at the zenith, its light diffracting through the crystals into a kaleidoscope of colors.