The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mass of crystallized salt formations towers above me, its jagged edges reflecting the pale light of a late morning sun. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and... uh, there's a weird, slightly sweet undertone to it. Water is somehow flowing upwards through the crystal, collecting in mid-air as a series of small, levitating puddles that seem to be sustained by nothing. In the distance, the sound of machinery humming and the muffled rumble of a waterfall blend together in an unsettling cacophony.