The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of obsidian are embedded in a massive, crystalline doorframe that towers over a sea of liquid silver, its surface reflecting the faint, eerie glow of luminescent coral sprouting from the... ceiling, I guess. Umm, the air is really dense, and the smell of myrrh and smoke wafts through it. Outside, the sky is a deep, burning crimson, with clouds that seem to be sculpted into impossible, non-Euclidean shapes, and... like, a crescent moon is suspended at the apex of a glittering, gemstone-encrusted minaret that stretches from the ground to the clouds.