The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal-tipped, upside-down obelisk is lodged into the ground, its peak disappearing into a thick layer of wispy, cirrus clouds. Uh, the air's... pretty crisp, with a faint scent that's kinda like salt and beeswax, and the sky's a pale, electric blue, with the sun hovering just above the horizon, casting long shadows. Water from a nearby pool is flowing uphill, feeding a series of glistening, iridescent tendrils that appear to be growing out of the obelisk's crystal tip, like, somehow merging with the clouds above. The air's still, except for a soft hum, like vibrations through the ground.