The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ornate bridge is spanning a chasm filled with a sea of glittering, iridescent dust, like... the bridge is made of some kind of polished, black stone that's reflecting the pale light of a crescent moon hanging low in the sky. The air's got a sweet, metallic scent and feels charged with electricity, umm, and the dust below is somehow forming geometric patterns that seem to be shifting and reforming constantly. Water's flowing upwards from the dust, creating delicate, crystalline formations that are merging with the bridge's stone structure. The sun's simultaneously setting and rising on opposite horizons.