The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off the surface of a sprawling, metallic mesh lake that's somehow filled with liquid helium, the sound of superconducting materials humming in the distance. A series of intricately carved, obsidian sculptures are arranged on the lake's surface, etched with cryptic symbols that seem to reference the Yezidi holy texts. The air's crisp and dry, with a hint of burned electrical wiring, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey. The mesh lake seems to be pulling the surrounding landscape toward it, as if it's warping the fabric of reality itself.