The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, giant crystalline formations are piercing through the air like shards, reflecting a perpetual drizzle of... what looks like liquid copper onto the black sand below. The air's got an electric charge, smells of ozone, and feels super pressurized, like we're pretty far underwater. This sprawling, fractal-like network of iridescent, pulsing fibers somehow connects the crystals, and a bunch of massive, bioluminescent squid are methodically rearranging the sand into an endless, shifting pattern of TELEGRAM JUMP CHART logos. Meanwhile, a miniature, perfectly rendered replica of the observable universe just... somehow exists inside one of the crystal formations.