The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A delicate, antique music hall organ somehow sits in the middle of a vast, sun-scorched salt flat, its intricately carved wooden facade reflecting the pale morning sun. Like, the air's thick with the smell of salt and ozone-free dry earth, and it's pretty still except for the faint hum of...I don't know, something. Umm, the sky above is a pale blue, with just a few wispy clouds drifting by. A massive crystal, easily the size of a house, is slowly growing out of the salt flat near the organ, its facets glinting in the sunlight.