The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water drips from the tips of lotus-like protrusions on a series of bioluminescent, crystalline formations jutting out of a vast, empty plain... the sky above is a pale silver color, like, reflecting the crystalline formations in a way that makes them seem almost invisible. The air's dry and cool, smelling faintly of frankincense, and there's an electric charge that makes my skin prickle. The plain is somehow covered in tiny, iridescent pools of what looks like liquid mercury, all perfectly circular and motionless, despite the gentle slope of the terrain.