The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline spire is piercing the sky like a shard of glass, its facets reflecting the pale, early morning sunlight. The air's super still and humid, with a heavy, floral scent like jasmine or gardenias, and a gentle buzz coming from the base of the spire where iridescent wasps are swirling around it in a vortex. Snowflakes are gently accumulating on the spire's surface, despite the surrounding air being warm and balmy, like a Hawaiian island. Uh, a faint, holographic image of the Pleiades constellation is somehow projected onto the spire's surface, slowly rotating as the sun moves.