The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards from a huge, crystalline mound, forming a cloud that just hangs there. The air is still and smells like damp earth, umm, with a hint of frost. Rocks are dissolving into the mound's surface, becoming liquid, and trees with trunks made of a substance that's simultaneously solid and gas are growing out of it at a 90-degree angle to the ground. The sun is stuck in a perpetual state of dawn, and the sky is, like, inside out, with stars shining during the daytime.