The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off the surface of a massive, perfectly circular saltwater lake, its edge meeting the horizon with an almost seamless curve. Like, the air's dry and still, with a faint scent of brine, and a flock of seagulls made entirely of some shiny, liquid metal are just casually flying overhead. A large, ancient megalith – it's covered in intricate Sabaean script – is somehow half-buried in the lake's center, while a miniature, fully-formed replica of the Great Attractor galaxy cluster is suspended inside the water, its tiny galaxies slowly rotating.