The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline spire pierces the sky, its surface etched with shifting glyphs that seem to be rearranging themselves. The air's got a sweet, earthy scent and feels charged with electricity, like... the moment before a storm breaks. Water's flowing upwards from the spire's base, forming delicate crystalline structures, and the sun's simultaneously setting and rising on opposite horizons. The sky is a deep, burning crimson and the spire is, uh, rotating in place while remaining perfectly stationary, and it's also simultaneously existing in multiple places at once.