The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystalline bridge stretches across a seemingly bottomless chasm, its surface reflecting the faint, silvery light of an eclipsed sun. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of smoke and... something like wet fur, and the humidity's so thick I can taste it on my skin. A river of iridescent, liquid metal flows silently beneath the bridge, its surface etched with pulsing, bioluminescent glyphs that seem to be rewriting themselves as I watch. The bridge appears to be supporting its own weight despite being completely detached from either side of the chasm.