The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent orbs are embedded in the rough, volcanic rock of a vast, empty caldera, like, reflecting the pale blue light of dawn creeping over the horizon. The air's crisp, really still, and it smells... vaguely of copper as the sun rises directly overhead. A fine, silver mist is quietly raining upwards from the center of the caldera, somehow collecting into distinct, levitating rivulets that defy gravity and feed a series of impossible, Escher-like waterfalls which seem to flow seamlessly into themselves. Umm, a low hum is vibrating through the ground, almost imperceptible.