The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive crystal spires are piercing the sky, reflecting the pale light of a triple sunrise... The air's crisp and dry, with an electric charge that's making my skin tingle. A low-frequency rumble vibrates the ground, and the smell of ozone is mingling with an otherworldly scent, like something's burning without being consumed. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the ground, forming impossible arches that hang suspended in mid-air, like they're being held by an unseen force.