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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air's thick with the smell of wet clay as rain pounds against a seemingly endless, fractal-patterned landscape of interlocking terracotta tiles that stretch to the horizon. Like, the tiles are somehow repelling the water, forming a thin sheet of perfectly still liquid above their surface. A dense cluster of obsidian pillars rises from the tiles in the distance, partially obscured by curtains of glimmering, iridescent water vapor that seem to be sustaining a tiny, shimmering halo of flame around the pillars' edges. The sky's a deep, burnt orange.