The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted lakebed is submerged in a sea of liquid silver, reflecting a deep crimson sky. The air is humid and smells like burnt copper, with a faint electric charge to it. Water is flowing upwards from the lake's edges, forming strange metallic trees that grow into the crystal, uh, somehow. Rocks are dissolving into the crystal, becoming liquid, like, naturally, and the sky is simultaneously daytime and nighttime, with the sun stuck in a perpetual state of sunrise.