The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crescent-shaped hieroglyphics are etched into the surface of what appears to be a fossilized fungal growth the size of a small island, partially submerged in a shallow lake of viscous, black oil that's eerily still, reflecting the pale light of a sickly green sky like a mirror. The air's thick and heavy, with a whiff of something metallic, and water somehow pours upwards from the oil's surface, forming tiny rivulets that merge with crystalline formations embedded in the fungal growth's surface. Uh, nearby stalks of what looks like dried reeds seem to be absorbing this oil, like they're feeding off it.