The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a blizzard of iridescent petals swirls around a colossal, crystalline pagoda that seems to be...anchoring the storm to the landscape. The air's electric with anticipation, and the howling wind sounds almost, like, symphonic. Inside the pagoda, a series of burning, gemstone orbs reflect the pale, diffuse light of a stalled sun, which is somehow hovering just above the structure's apex, refusing to move. A faint scent of frankincense wafts through the charged air as the petals start to take on, uh, impossible geometries, folding into themselves like origami puzzles.