The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gargantuan, crystalline formations jut out of the ground like shards, piercing the pale blue sky as if it's about to shatter into a thousand pieces. Umm, the air's got this sharp, pungent smell of saltpeter and copper, with an electric charge that makes my teeth ache. Water somehow flows upwards through these formations, only to be devoured by the same twisted, metallic spires I saw earlier – I can feel their pulsing energy beneath my feet, and it's making my skin crawl. Like, the sun's just about to set, casting this eerie orange glow over the whole scene.