The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a vast, still lake that's somehow perched on the edge of a sheer cliff, overlooking a sprawling, mist-free canyon carved entirely out of a glittering white material that looks like... sugar. The air's got a crisp, dry stillness to it, smelling faintly of baking soda, as water seeps up from the rocky ground to refill the lake. The late morning sun beats down from a high angle, casting no shadows anywhere on the landscape. Like, a cluster of crystalline boulders near the lake's edge are steadily, quietly, rearranging themselves into different patterns.