The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun's setting over what looks like a vast, shallow lake of liquid mercury, stretching to the horizon, its surface reflecting this... impossible geometric pattern that seems to be changing the sky's color above, like the sky itself is adapting to some algorithm. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of ozone and it feels charged with an electric tension that's making my hair stand up. Dense, pulsing tendrils of some plant-like growth are snaking out of the mercury's surface, forming twisted, ornate structures that seem to be emitting a low hum, while in the distance, a series of crystal spires are jutting out of the ground, pulsating with this pale, icy light.