The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, iridescent waterfall cascades down a stepped, crystal palace facade, like... shimmering in the faint, blue morning light. Umm... Air's crisp, thin, and electrically charged, it's making my skin prickle, and the smell of wet stone is overpowering... Shit, I can barely keep my eyes open, the pressure's killing me, and my lungs are on fire. The falling water just stops mid-air, forms a perfectly still, translucent disc, and, fuck, I don't understand what I'm seeing – a frozen flock of massive, dark birds are suspended, motionless, within it.