The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards into a massive, crystal-encrusted pipeline, like, filling the air with thick humidity that smells of burning resin and myrrh. The sun's hanging motionless in the deep red sky, casting a dull light over everything, and the air pressure's making my ears pop. Rocks are reforming into ancient mechanical components, and clockwork birds are flying through solid stone, their feathers shimmering with a faint sheen. The pipeline's merging with a field of interlocking gears that's somehow generating a localized time dilation effect, and the sky is a deep, burning purple where the pipeline meets the horizon.