The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline structure rises from the centre of a stagnant, saltwater lake, surrounded by a mesh of turquoise script threads. The air is super humid and smells like sugar, with an intense sunlight beating down. Fish made of pure light are swimming through the crystal, leaving behind trails of script that alter the lake's water colour to a deep indigo. The crystal is, like, growing a set of feathery wings, uh, made of solid rock.