The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blinding sunlight reflects off a sea of iridescent, crystalline formations that stretch as far as the eye can see, like... they're somehow woven into the fabric of the ground itself. The air is crisp and cold, with a faint scent of cardamom and star anise, and a gentle, electric charge that's making my skin tingle. Umm, the sky above is a deep shade of cerulean, and I can hear the soft hum of... what sounds like a swarm of crystal locusts, harmonizing with the soft, rhythmic cracking of the crystalline formations as they somehow... devour and regrow each other.