The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The crescent moon is reflected in the calm surface of a liquid gallium lake, its shoreline slowly dissolving the nearby rocks like sugar in water. Uh, the air is heavy with an otherworldly stillness and a sweet, honey-like scent... and the only sound is the gentle lapping of the gallium against the crystalline formations that line the lake's edge. The surrounding hills are covered in a sprawling, interconnected network of what looks like gleaming, copper-colored mycelium, somehow mirroring the layout of the ancient Gnostic diagram, the Ouroboros.