The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, crystalline pillars support a swirling vortex of iridescent mist, like, umm, shimmering in harmony with a distant celestial pulse. The air is heavy with the scent of ozone and damp earth, and it's pretty humid, with a stillness that's palpable. Water flows upwards from the pillars' base, defying gravity, and the sky above is a deep indigo, pulsing in rhythm with the formations. The mist is coalescing into massive, ethereal dragons that are merging with the crystal pillars, somehow rewriting the fabric of space.