The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline outcroppings are jutting out of the surface of a calm, inky black lake like shards of glass, casting ripples in the otherwise still water. A humid air clings to everything, smelling of wet stone and something metallic... The sky above is a deep, foreboding indigo, with the constellation of Cygnus X-1 somehow perfectly mirrored in the arrangement of crystalline formations rising from the lake's depths. Twin suns, one bright orange and one pale blue, hang low in the sky, their light casting an eerie, shifting pattern across the lake's surface.