The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain is falling onto the surface of a massive, solid cube of pure obsidian that just sits in the middle of a calm, tropical sea, like... the surrounding water's just reflecting the gray sky above, with schools of small, metallic fish darting around the base of the cube. Uh, seagulls are flying overhead in a counterclockwise pattern, and the air smells like saltwater mixed with ozone's distant cousin or something. The sun's at high noon, and its rays seem to be... passing straight through the center of the obsidian cube as if it's not there, somehow.