The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast expanse of iridescent, crystalline formations stretches across the sky like... um, a shattered mirror. Water pours upwards from the ground, forming inverted fountains that merge into a glittering, gemstone-encrusted latticework above. The air is thick with the scent of myrrh and ozone, and the atmosphere has a palpable electric charge to it; I'm getting these sharp, stabbing pains in my side, fatigue's really setting in. Umm, in the distance, I can see what appears to be a functioning, ancient Antikythera mechanism – a device that's somehow calculating celestial movements – lodged in the crystal lattice above...