The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Misty water vapor clings to a sprawling, crystalline lattice, reflecting the pale morning sun like a thousand tiny mirrors. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and there's an almost palpable stillness, like everything's frozen in time. Schools of bioluminescent fish swim through the lattice, darting between the crystal formations as a huge, rusted-out propeller from a 19th-century steamship hangs suspended in mid-air, slowly turning like it's still propelling some invisible vessel. The air's got a weird, electric charge that's making my skin prickle.