The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, waterfalls cascade upwards into a massive, naturally formed obsidian cathedral, like the stone itself is drawing the water up through some unseen force. The air's dry, with a hint of smoke, and the sky above is a deep, burnt orange that seems to be reflecting the sigils of the Goetic seals of the Lesser Key of Solomon. The silence is only broken by the gentle sound of dripping water echoing off the stone, and... the water seems to be forming perfect, unbroken spheres as it pools on the obsidian floor. A low, thrumming hum emanates from the center of the cathedral.