The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, twisted, crystalline formations rise out of the ground like... stalagmites, but they're made of some kind of dark, iridescent glass that seems to be absorbing the pale sunlight. The air's got a weird, pulsating electric charge and it smells like ozone, but sweeter, and there's this steady hum of... machinery, maybe, but it's really quiet and distant. Water's dripping from the formations, pooling into a perfect, mirror-smooth lake that's somehow reflecting an image of the stars, even though it's daytime. The sun's right overhead, casting no shadows at all.