The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down on a massive, perfectly spherical lake of iridescent, shimmering mercury, somehow not creating any ripples. The air is crisp and smells like damp earth and rainwater, with an almost imperceptible undertone of myrrh. Like, the surrounding landscape is a labyrinthine series of narrow, concentric ledges carved out of some kind of dark, gleaming stone, and this eerie, whispery humming is echoing off them. It's almost like a low-pressure system or something - the air feels really dense and still near the mercury's surface.