The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off the surface of a massive, tranquil mercury lake, which somehow appears to be held in place by a delicate latticework of frost that's... suspended just above its surface. A collection of antique, ornate orreries are scattered around the lake's edge, their intricate gears turning in slow, perfect synchrony with the slow ripple of the mercury, as if they're controlling its motion somehow. The air's heavy and still, with this faint scent of smoke and vanilla, and a low-pressure system's gathering on the horizon, despite the clear blue sky above.