The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sea of iridescent, crystalline formations stretches out before the faint light of dawn, like, I think the sun's still below the horizon... The air's super still, heavy with an almost palpable electric charge, and the smell of ozone's strong. Crystals seem to be reflecting a shifting pattern of constellations that aren't quite right, not any I recognize, anyway - Andromeda's somehow lodged in the center of Cassiopeia.