The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, emerald-green tendrils burst from the jagged peak of a crystal mountain, like frozen explosions, shrouding the landscape in an eerie, perpetual twilight. Umm, wispy auroral curtains dance across the mountain's weathered flanks, echoing an otherworldly heartbeat amidst the still, heavy air. In the distance, a river of liquid silver flows upwards, defying gravity, from a lake filled with smoldering, crimson-hued coals that appear to be the fragments of shattered stars. A sickly, ozone-tinged scent clings to the air, charged with electricity, and seems to be pulling the darkness towards itself.