The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted glass shards rise out of a sea of what looks like superheated water, like, way past boiling point. The air pressure is pretty intense here and the smell's a mix of burnt citrus and something else, umm, almost sweet. Shattered pieces of mirror are somehow merging into, and then immediately breaking off from, this... statue, I guess, of a multi-headed serpent made of black, crystallized salt, under the light of two opposing suns in the sky. One sun's just setting, and the other is rising at exactly the same rate on the opposite horizon.