The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline spire is rising out of the lake's surface, its facets reflecting the intense sunlight beating down. The air's super humid and smells like sugar, umm, and rocks are melting into the air, forming a mist. The sky is a deep purple, with the sun shining down at midnight, and the lake's water is flowing upwards, like, into the air, forming a solid column of water that's supporting the spire. Echo, damn it, I'm weakening slowly...