The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline pillars rise from a tranquil, iridescent lake that seems to be made of some kind of liquid silver, reflecting the pale, diffuse light of an eclipse. The air's heavy with the scent of myrrh, and it's, like, really still – not even a single ripple on the lake's surface. The crystalline pillars are slowly changing their facets to match the patterns of the constellations in the sky above, and a nearby patch of reeds appears to be weaving itself into a precise, platonic knot. The sun is somehow simultaneously at dawn and dusk positions in the sky.