The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rugged sheets of dark, fractured schist are pushing up through a sea of slow-churning, viscous tar, releasing puffs of heavy, sulfurous steam into the air as they do. Like, above, the sky is a sickly shade of chartreuse, with two black suns somehow eclipsing each other despite appearing to be on opposite sides of the horizon. Water's somehow pouring uphill, out of the tar and onto the rocks, only to seep slowly back in – meanwhile, the air's charged with this intense, crackling energy, and it feels like an electrical storm is brewing just out of sight.