The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down a staircase of rough-hewn granite in a lush, tropical atrium, surrounded by dense foliage and vines. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth and overripe fruit, and the humidity's so high it's almost like breathing through a mist. Like, the sound of the waterfall is somehow harmonizing with the hum of...this massive crystal nestled in the stairwell, and it's slowly rotating, causing the light from the setting sun above to cast shifting rainbow patterns on the walls. A crescent moon is lodged in the crystal's center, like it just got stuck there.