The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline formations thrust upwards like shards from the surface of a salt flat, stretching towards a perpetual, diffuse twilight that casts no shadows. The air's stale and heavy with the scent of aged salt, with this...this low-pitched hum emanating from beneath the crystalline structures, making my skin vibrate. Water trickles out of the crystal's facets, seeping upwards to pool in impossible, hexagonal depressions that seem to defy the terrain's slope, as the sky above remains an unchanging, electric blue haze. The crystalline shards are perfectly aligned to an unseen ley line.