The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, thin reeds sway gently in the breeze, like, amidst a serene, mirror-like reflection on the surface of a massive, liquid-hydrogen lake, surrounded by a surreal, maze-like arrangement of intricately carved obsidian formations. The air is crisp and cool, umm, with an unusual stillness, despite the fact that the lake is literally on fire in a couple of places, without any sign of smoke or steam rising from the burning patches of liquid hydrogen. The pale light of an early-morning sun casts no shadows on the dark, glassy rock formations, illuminating tiny, iridescent insects hovering just above the lake's surface.