The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline spears jut out of a still, obsidian lake, somehow refracting and reflecting the faint starlight filtering through a blanket of perpetual twilight above. Umm, it smells like... smoke and ozone, but not really, and the air's super heavy and still, like right before a storm. Water's trickling upwards from the lake's surface, somehow collecting on the crystalline tips, and forming tiny, iridescent droplets that just kinda... hang there, not falling back into the lake. Twin suns - or maybe they're black holes? - seem to be orbiting each other, silently, right above the lake's center.