The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turbulent waves of liquid silver are crashing against a shoreline made of a glittering, crystalline substance that's emitting a soft, pulsing hum. The air's super charged and smells like ozone-free myrrh, with a weird, heavy stillness that's making it hard to breathe, and the pale light of a sun that's somehow stuck at noon is reflecting off the waves in a way that's not casting any shadows. A miniature, iridescent geodesic dome is somehow embedded in the center of the waves, pulling the surrounding silver liquid into a slow-motion whirlpool. Water's just... flowing upwards from the surface, pooling on the crystalline shoreline like it's defying gravity.