The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittering sunlight catches the edge of a turquoise lake that stretches across the bottom of a massive, kilometers-long impact crater. Umm, air's pretty still, just a bit of a breeze that stirs the surface of the lake, which, somehow, is a perfect reflection of the constellation Canis Major even though we're in daytime. The smell of fresh water and wet rocks fills the air, and a faint, rhythmic whispering seems to be emanating from the crater's walls, echoing the hum I heard earlier at the ziggurat. Crystalline rock formations line the lake's shore.