The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a sea of liquid silver that stretches out to the horizon, its surface perfectly still, like a mirror. The air's dry, with a faint tang of burning sulfur, and a low hum, almost a vibration, seems to be emanating from the ground itself. In the distance, the skeletal remains of a massive, cyclopean city rise from the silver sea, its architecture unlike anything I've ever seen, with impossible geometry and curves that seem to defy gravity. Above, the sky's a deep, burning crimson, with two suns hanging low on the horizon.