The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked stone pedestals hold up these massive, crystal-studded egg structures, some of them broken open to reveal shredded, metallic membranes inside. Umm, the air's got a weird, acidic bite to it, like ozone without the stormy vibe, and there's no wind whatsoever. Light's refracting through the crystal shards to cast tiny, rippling rainbows across everything, and I can see the sun... hanging, literally just hanging, from the midpoint of this hollow, grey rock sky. One of the eggs appears to be slowly shifting its position on the pedestal.