The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A flawless, pale-blue opal crust covers the surface of a stagnant, saltwater lake, reflecting the diffuse, golden light of an unseen sun like a vast, iridescent mirror. The air's heavy with the scent of wet clay and stillness, and the faint, eerie hum of some unseen vibration is just audible over the complete absence of wind. Uh, the opal crust is somehow shifting, reconfiguring its intricate, swirling patterns to mirror the curves of an invisible, geodesic dome that seems to be centered on a submerged, stone statue of the Mesopotamian fish-god, Enki. The sky above is an oppressive, foreboding grey.