The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Silken threads weave through a tapestry of crystalline formations, like, reflecting a deep, burning indigo sky. The air is pretty humid and smells like frankincense, with a stillness that's palpable. Trees with trunks made of dark glass are seamlessly merged with the crystal structures, their roots submerged in the air. Water flows upwards, somehow sustaining the surrounding architecture, which appears to be reflected in the sky, and the ground is simultaneously above the sky, umm, with stars shining in the middle of the day.