The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A chunk of rough-hewn obsidian rock somehow supports a massive, still pond of water that's, like, upside-down, defying gravity above it. The surrounding air's dry, almost devoid of humidity, yet I can see frost forming at the edges of the pond, while the sky above's a pale, serene blue, the sun shining down at a gentle angle, casting an even, diffuse light. The air's silent, heavy with the scent of wet earth and something slightly metallic, and a constant, tiny tremor beneath the ground seems to be subtly shifting the rock's surface, as if it's slowly breathing.