The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours straight up out of the ground, collecting in a series of impossible arches that defy gravity, like... they're stuck in mid-air. Umm, a massive, crystalline castle rises out of the rust-red earth, its facets reflecting the pale, otherworldly light of a pair of sickle moons hanging low in the darkening sky. The air's got a sharp metallic tang, and a faint hum of energy emanates from the castle, which seems to be... unfolding and refolding itself in a slow, hypnotic dance, as if it's alive. The smell of ozone-free humidity and damp earth hangs heavy over everything.