The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline spire is piercing the sky, its surface etched with glyphs that seem to be shifting, like, rearranging themselves. The air's got a sweet, earthy scent and feels charged with electricity, umm, the sky is a deep, burning crimson. Water's flowing upwards from the spire's base, forming delicate crystalline formations that are merging with the surrounding rocks. The sun's simultaneously setting and rising on opposite horizons, and time is currently moving in reverse, so stuff that's broken is, like, fixing itself.