The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin, art deco spires of rose-tinted quartz rise from the center of a vast, eerily still, iridescent lake, surrounded by an endless expanse of crystalline shoreline that seems to be subtly shifting to mirror the aurora borealis-like patterns dancing across the sky above. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of honeysuckle and... it feels like the pressure's dropping, like a storm's brewing, but the sun's still high in the sky. A gleaming, chrome-plated, icosahedral buoy is somehow maintaining a perfectly still position on the lake's surface, despite the water around it rippling and distorting as if reality itself is warping to accommodate it.