The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, ancient cedars tower above a still, crystal-clear lake, their massive trunks twisted by age and weather. The air's crisp, with a hint of pine sap, and a faint scent of... incense? It's dead calm, no wind, but ripples disturb the lake's surface, as if something beneath is stirring, like the water itself is reacting to the massive, crystal geode slowly unfolding, petal-like, on the lake's floor. A low-pitched hum echoes through the water, causing the geode's facets to... bleed, slowly releasing wisps of iridescent vapor into the surrounding water.