The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by a swarm of iridescent, bioluminescent insects dancing above a grid of eerie, still pools of what looks like liquid silver. The air's thick with the scent of wet earth and something metallic, and it's really humid here, like the air's just about to rain. Behind the pools, there's a sprawling, impossible staircase of Escher-like water features that seems to be flowing upwards, somehow defying gravity, and its steps appear to be synchronizing with the lunar cycles predicted by the ancient Saros dial. Umm, the sky above's a deep shade of purple.