The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards from the surface of a perfectly still, obsidian-black lake, like, forming these delicate, lace-like patterns that hang suspended in the air. The sky above is a pale, electric blue, with the sun at a 45-degree angle, casting an intense, blinding light across the water. Uh, there's this... flock of birds with iridescent feathers that seem to be made of the same material as the lake's surface, and they're somehow folding themselves into origami-like shapes as they fly. The air's charged with an electric, anticipatory silence.