The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards from a massive, crystalline formation, merging with the surrounding rocks. The air's got a sweet, earthy scent and feels charged with electricity, like... the moment before a storm breaks. The sky above is a deep, burning crimson, with the sun stuck in a perpetual state of sunrise and sunset. The crystalline formation is simultaneously existing in multiple parallel universes, and its surface is etched with glyphs that seem to be shifting, umm, rearranging themselves.