The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations jut out from the center of a sprawling, naturally formed amphitheater like shards of splintered stone. Umm, the air's crisp, with an electric charge, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain. A storm seems to be brewing, with flashes of lightning illuminating the dark clouds, but the rain isn't falling downwards – it's suspended mid-air, frozen in time, a few inches above the ground. In the center of the amphitheater, a colossal, crystalline tree somehow pierces the sky, its branches growing into the storm clouds.