The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted palace is suspended in the air, its surface etched with patterns from the Zha'thik scripture. The air's thick and smells like burnt metal, umm, with a high sun overhead, beating down. Fish are swimming through the palace's stone walls, like they're made of water or something. My body aches from fatigue, and the sky behind the palace is a deep, bloody red, with trees growing out of the crystal formations...