The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, twisted chunks of rough-hewn jade litter the ground, with some kinda thin, iridescent moss clinging to them... The air's heavy with the smell of damp stone and it's kinda humid, but not too bad. Above, the sky's this weird, flat gray, like someone just smeared the color on, with the massive form of a crystal geode somehow embedded in the side of a sheer cliff face, weeping a slow trickle of water into a tiny, ornate fountain that seems to be... filling up the geode. The sun's like mid-morning-ish, shining straight into the geode.