The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense thicket of razor-sharp, crystalline formations towers above, reflecting faint sunlight in jagged patterns... umm, like shards of broken glass. Air's heavy with a damp, mineral-rich smell, and the ground beneath's slick with moss and damp earth. The sky's a deep, foreboding grey, with clouds that seem to be... seeping into the crystal formations, like they're being absorbed or something. In the center of the thicket, the lower half of the Eiffel Tower just exists, somehow not crushing the crystals or sinking into the earth, just... standing there, covered in ivy.