The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, crystalline spires pierce the sky, infused with an otherworldly energy, like, umm, resonating with the vibrational frequency of the distant pulsing nebula. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and damp earth, and it's pretty humid, with a stillness that's palpable. Water seems to be flowing upwards from the spires' base, defying gravity, as the sky above is a deep indigo with an electric charge, like, pulsing in rhythm with the formations. Dragons are merged with the crystal, somehow rewriting the fabric of space, and the sky is, uh, folding in on itself.