The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered obsidian shards litter the ground around a massive, crystalline cathedral, its walls covered in this latticework of pulsing, iridescent threads. Like, the air is heavy with this sweet, incense scent, and I can hear the low hum of a constant, soothing vibration resonating through the crystal. Uh, inside, it looks like... a galaxy is unfolding in mid-air, complete with swirling nebulas and blazing stars that somehow aren't emitting any heat. Water somehow pours into the cathedral's core, fueling the crystal's growth, as it steadily expands outward, rewriting the surrounding landscape.