The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, crystalline spires are piercing the sky, reflected perfectly in the still water of a massive, circular lake that's somehow made of liquid silver. The air's got a weird, pungent smell like burning sulfur, and the sun's positioned right overhead, casting no shadows anywhere. Umm, the lake's surface is dotted with these intricate, swirling patterns that seem to be made of pure darkness, just... sucking the light out of the air around them. The silence is absolute, no sound at all, not even the water lapping against the shore.