The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, worn-down obelisks are scattered across a vast, mirrored surface that stretches out to the horizon, reflecting the pale, orange-brown sky above. The air's got a heavy, pressurized feel to it, and there's this sweet scent of myrrh hanging around, which is kinda weird considering we're... in a vacuum, I guess, since there are stars and planets just hanging out in the distance, visible through the surface. Water's seeping up from the mirrored surface, and it's forming these intricate, fractal patterns as it flows around the obelisks. Umm... one of the nearby stars just blinked out.