The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystal formations are bursting out of the ground, like, jagged shards of glass that are somehow reflecting every color of the visible spectrum at once. The air's thick with this sweet, metallic scent and it's... really humid, but the sun's not visible in the sky at all - instead, there's just this diffuse, silver glow that's making everything feel kinda dreamlike. A bunch of old, rusted-out factory equipment is scattered around, and some of the machines are still moving, despite being covered in vines and moss, like they're being operated by some invisible force.