The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, granite cliffs rise up from the shore of a still, crystal-clear lake, where shards of aquamarine jut out from the water's surface, casting diffuse, miniature rainbows across the surrounding rocks. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and ozone-free petrichor, and it's humid, but somehow the sky above is completely cloudless, with the mid-morning sun beating down directly overhead. Like, the sound of gently lapping water harmonizes with this low, pulsing hum emanating from... a set of underwater, crystalline structures that seem to be somehow holding the lake's water in place, defying gravity.