The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight filters down from above, illuminating a sprawling network of what looks like intricately carved, hollow glass tubes suspended in mid-air, crisscrossing a massive, dry lake bed. The air is still, hot, and bone-dry, with the scent of baked clay and something metallic. Water appears to be seeping out of the glass tubes in tiny droplets that hang suspended in mid-air, defying gravity. Like, off in the distance, I see what looks like a massive, ancient astronomical clock slowly ticking away, its gears made of solid, black obsidian.