The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing in every direction across a perfectly flat, mirrored surface that stretches out to the horizon, no apparent slope or incline, just... it's like the laws of gravity aren't applying here. Uh, above, the sky is a swirling vortex of iridescent colors, almost hypnotic, and the air's charged with this electric, anticipatory feeling, like something's about to crack. Black stone formations are scattered across the surface, each one etched with cryptic symbols from some ancient, forgotten language, maybe something from the lost books of the Picatrix. The sun is nowhere to be seen, but the light's intense, blinding.