The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lake of mercury stretches out before me, like, perfectly calm and unbroken. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of wet earth, and it's heavy with humidity. Above, the sky's this swirling vortex of pastel colors, centered around a gleaming, silver thread that appears to be stitching the fabric of reality. The iridescent birds from the geode are walking on the mercury's surface, leaving behind a trail of distorted, Escher-like patterns that seem to be affecting the sky's colors.