The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, hollowed-out statue of a lion sprawls before a lake of mercury, which appears to be... solid enough to walk on. The air's crisp and smells of damp stone, and there's a gentle, almost soothing hum that seems to come from the statue itself. Umm, the sky above is this pale shade of cerulean, with the sun stuck, like, about a third of the way up, casting this eerie stillness across the landscape. Shattered remnants of alchemical equipment scatter the ground around the statue's base, where a chunk of the lion's stone paw seems to have been torn clean off.