The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal-encrusted monolith is reflecting a pale blue light, with water flowing upwards from its surface, like, into a clear sky. The air is still and smells like damp earth, umm, with a faint earthy scent. Rocks are dissolving into the monolith, becoming liquid, and the sun is stuck in a perpetual state of dawn, casting a pale light over everything. The ground is, uh, made of a substance that's somehow both solid and liquid at the same time.