The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant mechanical lotus flower dominates the landscape, its petals unfolding like some intricate clockwork as it rises out of a frozen, crystalline lake. The air's crisp, really cold, and I can see my breath as the pale light of the twin suns casts this sharp, angular shadow across the ice. The lake's surface is somehow reflecting an image that's not quite right - the surrounding landscape's there, but it's like it's been rewritten, with pyramidal mountains rising up in impossible ways and ancient, rusted hulks of machinery dotting the horizon. Water's flowing upwards from the lake's surface, just defying gravity.