The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, rust-colored mushrooms are growing out of the surface of a barren, rocky plain, casting long shadows in the pale, late afternoon sun. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and ozone, and there's this constant low hum, like... vibrations through the ground, I guess. A crystal-clear lake in the distance appears to be flowing upward into the sky, forming a perfect cylinder of water that just keeps going, uninterrupted, into the stratosphere. The sound of gently lapping water echoes across the stillness, punctuated by the occasional burst of crunching rock beneath the surface.