The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the pale light of what looks like a setting sun is reflecting off a frozen lake that's somehow sustained in mid-air, surrounded by a sprawling network of crystalline filaments. Rivulets of silver liquid are quietly flowing uphill on a dusty, rocky slope beneath the lake, and the air's heavy with the scent of damp clay. The stillness is only broken by the faint hum of... I don't know, something, and the lake's surface is dotted with clusters of weird, iridescent succulents that seem to be shifting color in sync with the liquid's movement.