The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystal columns rise from a lake of liquid silver, like, reflecting the pale blue sky above... the air pressure is still crushing, and my chest feels like it's going to cave in, but... dark, iridescent mist seeps from the columns, pooling on the surface of the lake as it somehow, impossibly, begins to rain upwards, water droplets rising from the lake's surface into the air. My vision's blurring, and I can taste the metallic tang of the air in my mouth.