The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blinding sunlight is reflecting off a massive, crystalline lake that's somehow formed on the surface of what looks like a dead star. The air's got a heavy, metallic smell and it's eerily still, like... there's no wind at all. The sky above is a deep shade of indigo, and I can hear a low-frequency hum that's somehow harmonizing with the gentle lapping of the crystal water against the star's surface. Umm, a flock of what looks like ghostly, iridescent birds are flying across the lake's surface, leaving behind trails of glittering stardust that are just... staying suspended in mid-air.