The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites are slowly dripping a viscous, silver liquid onto a sea of what looks like... quicksilver, and the air is super heavy with the scent of myrrh and honey. Umm, a low, thrumming hum is emanating from a series of concentric, crystal rings suspended above the liquid, which seems to be responding by forming a maze of tiny, glittering whirlpools. Water's somehow flowing upwards out of the whirlpools, supporting a series of ancient, rust-covered walkways that stretch up towards a pale blue sky. The sun is just a sliver above the horizon.