The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline spires are erupting from the surface of a lake, like shards of glass piercing the calm, dark water. A heavy, humid air clings to everything, smelling of wet stone and something faintly metallic. Twin suns hang low in the sky, casting a reddish-orange glow over the lake's surface, where iridescent water striders are somehow skating across the water's surface, leaving trails of glittering, crystalline fragments in their wake. The air is eerily still, with not a hint of wind, despite the massive, crystalline formations growing upward from the lake's depths.