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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, worn stone spheres are scattered across a vast, dry lakebed like... umm, marbles on a table, their surfaces etched with tiny, intricate glyphs that seem to be slowly shifting, rewriting themselves as I look at them. A pale, hazy sun is beating down, baking the dry, cracked earth, and I can smell this acrid scent of hot rock and ozone-free air. The air pressure is normal here, feels almost... ordinary. A thin, crystalline bridge spans the lakebed, connecting two spheres, and somehow it's reflecting the sky above it while being completely transparent at the same time.