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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tumbled chunks of black obsidian litter the ground, uh, like they were hacked out of some massive volcanic glass formation... Air's really humid, smells like salt and ozone. A pale silver sun shines, midday-ish, above the crystalline latticework of what looks like a half-dissolved M.C. Escher castle – water flows upwards, from the ground, into its broken spires, no apparent source or mechanism... I feel a wave of fatigue wash over me, and my vision blurs for a moment.