The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline spires pierce through a sea of liquid mercury like shards of splintered bone. The air's thick with an electric charge and the scent of burning sulfur, and uh, the sky above is a sickly shade of chartreuse. A low-frequency hum emanates from the spires, synchronizing with the metallic lapping of the mercury against the crystal formations, and... this is gonna sound weird, but the stars above are rearranging themselves to spell out cryptic messages in an ancient Akkadian dialect.