The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's barely peeking over the horizon, casting this pale light on a seemingly endless expanse of crystalline formations that stretch as far as I can see... like, the air is really thin here and I can feel the cold seeping into my bones. There's this low, constant whirring noise coming from the crystals themselves, and, umm, they appear to be growing at an alarming rate, as if fueled by some invisible energy source. Shattered remnants of an ancient zodiac wheel are embedded in the crystal lattice, somehow revolving independently of the formations' growth.