The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's this deep, burnt orange, and sunlight's barely peeking over the horizon, casting an eerie glow over a sea of what looks like... liquid mercury, stretching out as far as the eye can see. Umm, it's perfectly still, no ripples or waves at all, but I can smell this sharp, metallic tang in the air, kinda like ozone, but it's not. A tiny, ornate church made of some kind of dark, polished stone is just... rising up out of the mercury, its spire pointing straight up at the sky, and a massive, ghostly fresco of some ancient deity is slowly taking shape on its ceiling.