The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of steam rise off the surface of a bubbling, tar-like lake that's somehow not emitting any heat. The air's heavy with the scent of motor oil, and the only sound is the low rumble of the lake's bubbles popping in unison, creating this weird, pulsing rhythm. Umm, a bunch of crystal formations jut out of the ground around the lake, their facets shifting in sync with the bubble pops, and the sky above is a deep, burnt orange with the sun hidden behind a perpetual solar eclipse that's just... stuck in place.