The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, rust-red salt flat stretches out under the late morning sun, the air dry and crackling with static electricity. Umm, what looks like a massive, crystalline prism - easily the size of a house - is half-buried in the salt, its facets reflecting the sunlight into a kaleidoscope of colors, and somehow, a thick tendril of ivy is snaking out of the crystal's center, wrapping itself around the surrounding salt formations. The air's heavy with a sweet, ozone-like smell, and it's perfectly still, like... the whole scene is frozen in time. The prism's slowly humming.