The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's this surreal, milky white above an endless expanse of rippled, silken fabric, umm, like the surface of a still lake but it's definitely not water - there's zero reflection, zero glare. A colossal, cyclopean statue in the distance, partially buried, its features eerily reminiscent of an ancient Ythogha ritualistic carving. The late morning sun beats down, heating the fabric's surface, causing tiny, wispy strands to detach and float upwards into this lazy whirlwind swirling above. Water's somehow pooling upwards, defying gravity, inside a series of tiny, hollow, crystalline structures scattered randomly across the fabric's surface.