The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal-encrusted pipeline stretches across a dry, cracked seabed, water flowing upwards from its surface. 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. Water's simultaneously flowing upwards and downwards into the pipeline, which is, umm, existing in multiple parallel universes at once.