The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fragile, crystalline formations are erupting out of this rough, earthen quarry, like... massive geodes, with the scent of wet clay hanging heavy in the damp air. Late afternoon, judging by the low sun, casting long shadows across this desolate landscape. Water's steadily flowing into this area through an old, rickety aqueduct that's somehow pumping seawater uphill from the coast far, far below. The air's filled with the constant crunch of rock fragments reshaping into tiny, delicate figurines that're gathering around the crystal growths, for some reason...