The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by a lake of liquid silver, with iridescent salt flats stretching out to the horizon like a fossilized sea. The air's heavy with the scent of smoldering frankincense, and the sky above is a deep, burning indigo - uh, with a thin crescent moon hanging low, just above the crystalline formations. The water's perfectly still, reflecting an impossible, labyrinthine cityscape that seems to be submerged just beneath the surface... yet somehow still shining with a soft, ethereal light that's illuminating the salt flats. The air's thick with an expectant silence.