The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of iridescent crystal jut out of the calm surface of a lake, reflecting the pale light of a partial solar eclipse. The air's crisp and still, with a sweet, honey-like scent that seems to be coming from the crystalline formations themselves. A series of delicate, almost translucent bridges stretch between the shards, somehow maintaining their structure despite appearing to be made of pure mist. Uh, the gentle lapping of the water against the crystal is somehow syncing up with the hum of a far-off tokamak reactor.