The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gleaming, polished obsidian lake stretches out before the façade of a half-buried Baroque palace, the still water reflecting the intricate, gilded details of the architecture like a dark mirror. Umm, the air is crisp and the sky's a pale shade of morning blue, with a faint scent of wet earth hanging over everything. The lake's surface is somehow dotted with what appear to be fossilized, ancient Greek-style temple columns, which seem to be, like, perfectly intact despite being submerged in the obsidian. A steady, gentle hum of unknown origin is vibrating through the air.