The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering obsidian obelisks rise from a shallow, murky lake, surrounded by lily pads covered in a thick layer of frost. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of decay and something metallic, but it's weirdly calm and still, with an electric charge making the hairs on my arms stand up. Above, a brilliant, mid-day sun casts no shadows on the surrounding, rust-red landscape that stretches out as far as I can see, even though the sun is completely eclipsed by a smaller, pulsing star - somehow it's just passing right through without affecting anything.