The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal-encrusted monolith is reflecting a pale blue light, with water flowing upwards from its surface into a clear sky. The air is still and smells like damp earth, umm, with a hint of frost. Rocks are dissolving into the monolith, becoming liquid, and the sun is stuck in a perpetual state of dawn. Trees with trunks made of a substance that's simultaneously solid and gas are growing out of the monolith's surface, like, at a 90-degree angle to the ground.