The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a delicate, filigree-patterned dome above, casting intricate shadows on a sea of iridescent, crystalline salt formations that stretch as far as the eye can see. Umm, a perpetual, low-level hum is emanating from the crystals, somehow modulating the air pressure to create a disorienting, rhythmic pulse. Like, a giant, turquoise-colored salamander is slowly, steadily devouring a nearby crystal outcropping, its body weaving an intricate, looping pattern as it consumes the salt formations without ever actually moving. The air is crisp and dry, filled with a faint, sweet scent like honeycomb.