The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, crystalline structures, like a scattered handful of obsidian shards, jut out from a perfectly circular lake, reflecting the pale light of what looks like a ring of distant, faint stars in the dark sky above. The air is stale, heavy with a sweet, almost chemical scent that reminds me of... burned sugar, I think. Water doesn't seem to be reacting to gravity right - it just forms these... vertical tendrils, suspended mid-air above the lake's surface, gently oscillating as if there's some breeze that isn't touching anything else here. The atmosphere feels pretty still.