The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dark, gleaming obsidian pillars shoot upwards from a vast expanse of still, silvery water that seems to stretch on forever, like... it just meets the horizon. The air is heavy with the scent of wet stone, and the silence is only broken by the faint, constant hum of... I don't know, something beneath the surface. A delicate, crystalline bridge somehow spans the entire width of the water, just hovering a hair's breadth above the surface, connecting two landmasses that can't be seen from here. The sky above is a sickly shade of greenish-yellow, with the sun somehow shining from two positions at once.