The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Heavy, crystalline formations are jutting out of a still, silver lake that stretches out in every direction, reflecting the pale blue sky above like a perfect mirror. Uh, the air's crisp, smelling like damp stone, and I see tiny, swirling patterns etched into the crystal surfaces, shifting in sync with a low, pulsing drone emanating from beneath the lake. The lake's surface is somehow folded in on itself, creating impossible, non-Euclidean shapes that seem to be holding tiny, delicate flowers in suspended animation just beneath the surface. The sun hangs low in the west, casting a faint, shimmering glow across the water.