The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline spire pierces the sky, its surface etched with glyphs that seem to be shifting. 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 sky above is a deep, burning crimson, with the sun stuck in a perpetual state of sunrise and sunset. The spire is simultaneously existing in multiple parallel universes, and its tip is touching the ground.