The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered remnants of what looks like a crystal palace scatter across a perfectly circular lake of liquid mercury, reflecting a sky that's somehow displaying the infinite regression of a fractal... The air's crisp, with a hint of star anise and ozone-free, and a faint, electric blue hum is building in intensity, like a charging capacitor. Waterfalls of the same liquid mercury flow upwards from the lake's center, forming an impossible vortex that defies gravity, its axis perfectly aligned with the planet's magnetic pole. The surrounding air is heavy with anticipation, yet eerily still.