The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's slowly rising from a still, glassy lake that somehow perfectly reflects the starry night sky above, but it's mid-afternoon... like, the sun's right overhead, but not visible through this thick haze. Umm, air's pretty still and damp, smells like wet stone and ozone-free freshness. Ancient-looking, twisted copper sculptures rise out of the lake's surface, and somehow water isn't rippling around them at all, as if they're, uh, part of the lake itself or something. Water trickles silently from the tips of the sculptures, forming a delicate latticework of crystal-clear water threads.