The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted horns of some fossilized creature burst out of the ground like roots from a tree, surrounding a murky, emerald green lake. The air's super still and heavy, and the smell's like someone's burning a pile of wet leather. A perpetual whirlpool churns the lake's surface, with what looks like liquid silver being drawn from the depths and somehow woven into an elaborate, hovering network of fine, gossamer threads. The sky above's a pale, milky color, and the sun appears to be setting simultaneously on the horizon and at its zenith.