The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by a perfectly still, knee-deep lake of liquid mercury that stretches out into the horizon under a pitch-black sky with no stars. Umm, the air is crisp and really cold, with this overpowering metallic smell that's not just the mercury. A series of concentric, silver-plated rings rise from the surface of the lake, each one covered in intricate, etched symbols that appear to be some sort of celestial mapping of the constellations hidden behind the veil of the Ain Soph Aur. The rings seem to be pulling the liquid mercury into perfectly symmetrical patterns.