The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glaciated peaks loom in the distance, the sky above a brilliant cerulean with a few scattered cirrus clouds. The air's crisp, like, with an undercurrent of smoky quartz, and there's an unmistakable feeling of ionic discharge crackling in the atmosphere. Uh, the ground beneath me is littered with jagged shards of black tourmaline and I can hear the gentle thrumming of a telluric current emanating from a crystal-tipped ley line running across the landscape. An immense crystal monolith juts from the ground nearby, apparently siphoning moonlight from an invisible lunar eclipse.