The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, delicate waterfalls cascade down stepped, limestone formations, creating tiny pools that seem to be filled with what looks like liquid silver, not water. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone and has an electric charge that makes my skin prickle, while above, the sky's a pale gold color with no visible sun. In the distance, an upside-down mountain range hangs suspended, motionless and unsupported, casting an irregular shadow on the ground. Like, a low, constant hum's vibrating the air, making it hard to focus on anything.