The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm looking at a half-submerged, ancient Assyrian temple in a sea of what appears to be liquid silver, the air above is totally still and it smells like burned sulfur. Thousands of mechanical, insectoid legs are sprouting from the temple's facade, each one reflecting this... pulsing, crystalline glow emanating from beneath the liquid's surface, like it's alive or something. The sky above is this deep, foreboding indigo, with a sun stuck at the zenith, casting no shadows anywhere. Water from the surrounding liquid silver is somehow flowing upwards, back into the temple's entrance.