The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A seemingly endless, perfectly uniform grid of stone lanterns stretches across a vast, featureless expanse of fine, grey sand, like, as far as the eye can see. The air's heavy with the scent of incense and the sound of whispers, somehow just barely audible over the gentle lapping of waves against the shore, despite the ocean being nowhere in sight. The lanterns all seem to be burning some sort of solid, crystal fuel that's emitting a faint, blue-violet glow, and the sky above is... split in two, with the top half reflecting a night sky, complete with stars, and the bottom half reflecting a midday sun. Umm, it's really quiet, except for those whispers.