The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness surrounds me except the light spilling from these lantern-like growths made of iridescent mother of pearl, softly illuminating the still, metallic surface of a... a massive, tranquil mercury lake. The air's heavy with an electric charge and some scent like ozone, but not quite, it's more... acrid. A low hum vibrates the ground beneath my feet, and above, the sky's a swirling mix of deep indigo and emerald, as if the aurora borealis is just hanging there, not moving, like it's been painted across the sky. Umm, it's eerily quiet, like sound itself is just... not here.