The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-tipped tornado twists upward from the surface of a still, black lake, somehow pulling iridescent water uphill without creating any ripples. Like, it's got this weird, pulsating glow inside it, casting flicker-free shadows across the surrounding landscape. Umm, the air's got a weird, electric charge to it, and I can smell this sweet, ozone-free scent like the smell of the surface of the Moon, which seems weirdly fitting since the sky's showing a perfect replica of the far side of the Moon in perfect daylight...