The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, curved mirrors like sections of some giant lens cover the ground, reflecting the pale light of the twin suns setting on the horizon. The air's got this heavy, almost liquid quality and it smells like burned honey, umm, with this low buzzing noise, like the hum of an engine, but it's coming from the mirrors themselves. A few massive, ancient-looking dolmens are scattered across the mirrors, their weathered stones covered in lichen and moss, and water's slowly seeping out from beneath them, collecting in pools that seem to be holding perfectly still, defying the gentle slope of the ground.