The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A shattered, monolithic obelisk rises from a sea of still, liquid silver that stretches toward the horizon, somehow reflecting the sky's sickly yellow hue without rippling or distorting. Umm, the air's heavy with an electric charge, ozone hanging thick over the... scent of melted stone and copper, with dark clouds gathering like they're being pulled toward the obelisk. Lightning crackles through the mist-shrouded air as crystalline, silver roots burst from the liquid, coiling around the obelisk like vines. Water flows upward through the roots, against gravity.