The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystalline monoliths rise out of a still, mirror-like lake, reflecting a pale pink sky. Uh, the air's super humid, but there's no fog, no clouds, no precipitation... it's just heavy, wet air that smells like damp silk. Like, water's visibly beading up and dripping down these monoliths, even though they're vertical and there's no wind, and somehow they're making this super clear, glass-like sheeting on the lake's surface that's... slowly rewriting the reflection of the sky into, like, cuneiform script or something. A faint hum of what sounds like dial-up internet is echoing through the air.