The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey water pours down the faces of massive, crystal formations rising out of a seemingly endless salt flat... The air's heavy with the smell of salt and ozone. Uh, somehow the crystals appear to be absorbing the falling water, gradually growing larger as I watch, their facets reflecting the pale, overcast sky like a thousand tiny mirrors. In the distance, a flock of iridescent, crystalline birds fly low across the flat, leaving trails of glittering salt crystals in their wake, despite there being no wind at all.