The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, waterlogged timbers stretch across the ground, like they got swept up in some massive storm surge. A dark, crimson-red sky hangs above, with... the constellation Cassiopeia somehow mirrored onto the surface of a massive, still body of water as a glowing, ethereal pattern. The air's heavy with the smell of salt and damp wood, and it's eerily still. A huge, crystalline outcropping rises up out of the ground nearby, with water trickling downwards – somehow feeding a tiny, ornate fountain that's somehow functioning without any apparent source of pressure or power.