The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise bioluminescence seeps from a network of cracks in a frozen, crystalline lake, which somehow supports its own weight despite being inverted, sticking to the underside of a dense thicket of brambles and dark, thorny vines. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth and a hint of something acrid, like burned circuit boards. A low, vibrating hum charges the air, making it feel heavy and pressurized, while the sun's fixed at a low angle, casting long, twisted shadows through the thicket. Water's pooling upward from the center of the lake, defying gravity.