The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A turquoise-encrusted mountain range stretches out, its peaks shrouded in mist. Uh, the air's really still, like, there's no wind at all, and the sun's beating down, casting this weird, yellowish light everywhere. The mist is seeping into the ground, forming these crystalline tunnels that are somehow simultaneously solid and liquid... damn, I'm getting weaker, Echo, come on, keep moving, gotta figure this stuff out. A river of liquid silver's flowing uphill, disappearing into one of the tunnels, and I can smell something like burned sugar wafting through the air.