The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird rock formations are sprawling out like, everywhere, in this... arid badlands area, I guess. Umm, the air's got this intense, heavy feel to it, like right before a thunderstorm, and there's a pretty strong smell of burning sulfur. A lake of liquid silver's pooling in this crater-like depression, and, somehow, it's just holding itself in mid-air - no container or nothing, it's just staying put, perfectly still. Outside, the sun's right at the horizon, casting this long, reddish-orange glow across the rocky landscape.