The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Silken, iridescent mist cascades down, like, nourishing a tangle of crystalline formations, surrounded by trees with roots submerged in the air. The air is heavy with the scent of frankincense and it's pretty humid, with a stillness that's palpable. Water flows upwards from the formations, somehow supporting the surrounding architecture, which appears to be reflected in the sky above, a deep, burning indigo. Trees with trunks made of dark glass are seamlessly merged with the crystal structures, and the sky is, umm, simultaneously above and below the ground.