The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, perfectly circular lake of mercury stretches out, reflecting the pale light of the overcast sky like a still mirror. Umm, the air's got a metallic tang, and the humidity's relatively low, but there's an electric charge in the air, making the hairs on my arm stand up. In the center of the lake, a lone lotus flower blooms, its petals an impossible iridescent hue that seems to shift and change as I look at it - and somehow, it's suspended exactly halfway into the mercury's surface, unaffected by its toxicity. The silence is almost palpable.