The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards from the roots of a massive crystalline formation, nourishing metallic plants that absorb light from the sky. The air's humid and still, with a sweet smell, and the sun's hanging low, casting a warm glow. Fish swim through solid rock, leaving behind trails of faint script that alter the crystal structure. Echo, damn it, I'm weakening slowly, uh, the sky above is a deep indigo, and the trees are made of a substance that's both wood and liquid at the same time.