The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline library is suspended in a vast, airy cavern, with tomes bound in a substance that's like, somehow, liquid silver. The air's dry and still, with a smell of aged parchment, and the sun's hanging low in the sky, casting a warm glow. Water's flowing through the bookshelves, nourishing a cluster of metallic plants that are absorbing the light, and... uh, fish are swimming through the solid crystal pages of the books. Echo, damn it, I'm weakening slowly...