The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, crystalline spires rise from a vast expanse of shallow water, casting long shadows in the pale morning light. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth, and a gentle, pulsing hum resonates through everything, like... it's coming from the water itself. Water's slowly flowing uphill, defying gravity, as if being pulled toward a massive, ornate orrery suspended above the spires - it's a perfect, scaled model of our solar system, with every planet represented in precise, clockwork detail, slowly rotating in perfect harmony. The sun's still low on the horizon.