The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, crystalline formations are encrusting the interior of a colossal, hollow geode. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of damp minerals, and the only sound is this low, continuous resonance, like the geode is humming. The crystals themselves seem to be reflecting images that aren't quite there – echoes of landscapes I've never seen, with iridescent mountains and rivers that flow upwards into the sky. Shards of faint, ethereal light are illuminating the crystal facets from within, casting no shadows.