The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered slabs of worn, grey limestone cover a seemingly endless, flat expanse, stretching out beneath a sky that's like... a weird, burnt orange color. The air's heavy with the smell of rain, but it's super dry, and there's this odd, pulsating static charge that's making the fine hairs on my arms stand up. A delicate, filigree-ornamented bridge made from what looks like pure silver spans a massive chasm that somehow splits this desolate landscape in two, even though there's no visible canyon or waterway anywhere. The sun's just a tiny dot hovering on the horizon, refusing to move.