The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, giant, crystalline pillars rise from a calm sea of liquid silver, reflecting the pale yellow light that pours down from the sky. Air is still and crisp, smelling of incense, and you can feel a subtle electric charge in the atmosphere, like just before a storm. Water somehow seeps upwards from the liquid silver, nourishing tiny, iridescent vines that bloom in mid-air, wrapping themselves around a series of levitating, ornate reliquaries adorned with symbols from the Cygnus X-1 sigil codex. A low, humming noise, like a thousand chanting voices, reverberates through the space.