The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours upwards from a sprawling, crystal-studded grotto, defying gravity as it rises into the dry, midday air. Umm, the smell of damp earth and ozone-free air is intense, and... the air's alive with this electric charge that's making my skin prickle. Schools of rainbow-colored fish, somehow not affected by the lack of water around them, dart and weave between crystalline formations, as iridescent butterflies roost on outcroppings of glittering quartz, their wings beating in time with the sound of gently running water – that isn't actually there.