The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystalline spires pierce the sky, surrounded by a landscape of iridescent, rainbow-colored salt flats that stretch out as far as the eye can see. The air is charged with electricity, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and the smell of ozone and smoke hangs heavy, despite there being no signs of fire. The sun beats down, making the crystalline spires refract and scatter light everywhere, and a massive, impossible, Minecraft-style end portal seems to be slowly forming itself out of the salt, its blocks snapping into place one by one.