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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted, crystalline trees like shards of glass pierce the heavy fog that shrouds the vast, flat plain of iridescent salt. Umm, the air's thick with an almost choking scent of ozone and burning minerals, and the stillness feels oppressive – it's as if a massive storm is holding its breath, just waiting for something to set it off. A faint hum fills the air, like some ancient, far-off engine sputtering into life, as water somehow seeps upward from the salt, defying gravity, and forms thin, undulating channels that flow uphill into the heart of a glowing crystal formation.