The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards from a perfectly still, silver lake, forming tiny geysers that suspend a few feet in the air like frozen fountains. The pale blue sky above reflects off the lake's surface, creating this infinite mirror effect, and I see tiny, swirling patterns etched into heavy, crystalline formations jutting out of the lake. Like, the air's crisp, smelling like damp stone, and there's a low, pulsing drone emanating from beneath the lake's surface. The sun hangs low in the west, casting an otherworldly glow on a tiny, delicate flower somehow held in place beneath the surface by an impossible fold in the water itself.