The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blinding sunlight's reflecting off this massive, crystalline palace that's somehow growing straight out of the side of a mountain. Like, the air's thin and crisp, smelling of fresh snow and there's this weird, constant low-pitched humming noise coming from inside the palace. Umm, the palace's facade is covered in these perfectly arranged, intricate mosaics made of tiny, iridescent tiles that seem to be shifting and rearranging themselves, and the mountain itself is literally made of what looks like layers of folded, silk fabric. The sky above is a deep shade of purple.