The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystal shards are raining from the sky, shattering into tiny, shimmering fragments as they hit the surface of a vast, perfectly still lake... I'm tasting this weird, acrid metallic flavor, like when you bite down on a battery. There's an upside-down ziggurat half-submerged in the lake's surface, pulsing with some slow, rhythmic energy. The air feels heavy, and the sky above is a bright, piercing green...