The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... towering crystalline formations are piercing through a thick layer of fog that's somehow suspended about ten stories above a vast, perfectly still lake. Water's seeping out of the base of the crystals, and it's creating these delicate, lace-like patterns on the surface of the lake. The air's got this crisp, almost electric charge to it, and the sky above is a deep shade of indigo, like it's right on the edge of twilight, even though the sun's still hovering around noon.