The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Trees with dark glass trunks are seamlessly merged with crystalline formations, like, umm, nourished by a perpetual dusk that casts no shadows. The air is heavy with the scent of frankincense and, uh, pretty humid. Water flows upwards, somehow sustaining the surrounding architecture, which appears to be reflected in a deep, burning indigo sky with stars shining in the middle of the day. The ground and sky are simultaneously swapped, with the earthy terrain above the indigo expanse.