The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blinding sunlight casts a metallic sheen across the rippling surface of a massive, liquid mercury lake, its waves somehow sustaining a series of delicate, crystalline formations that are... reflecting the facets of a nearby, ancient Mayan pyramid in impossible ways. The air's heavy with an electric charge, my skin buzzing with the static, and there's this weird scent, like ozone-free clarity, but it's definitely not. Uh, the pyramid's peak is shrouded in a miniature, self-sustaining storm system that appears to be fueling the lake's waves. Seagulls circle above, their cries echoing off the pyramid's crystalline structures.