The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a delicate filigree of frost is etched into the surface of a perfectly still, liquid lake of pure mercury, its mirror-like surface reflecting a jagged range of twisted, crystalline spires that rise like shards of glass from the ground. The air's crisp and cold, with a faint scent of woodsmoke and ozone, and the sky above is a deep, bloody red, as if the sun's just dipped below the horizon. A low, humming vibration seems to be resonating through the ground, and a flock of iridescent, glowing birds are walking across the surface of the lake, leaving tiny ripples in the mercury.